A taste of submission

As we kissed, Mr. Harrison's hand traveled down my body, his thumb brushing over my hardened nipple. The sensation sent a jolt of electricity through me, and I couldn't help but moan into his mouth. He took this as an invitation and broke the kiss, moving his attention to my chest. His mouth closed around one of my nipples, his teeth grazing the sensitive flesh lightly. I gasped at the sensation, arching my back, offering myself up to him. His other hand found its way to my other breast, squeezing and teasing it in rhythm with the one in his mouth. The feeling was overwhelming, a delicious torment that made my toes curl. I could feel his arousal pressing against my thigh, his hips moving in a slow, steady rhythm that matched the beat of my own racing heart. His tongue flicked over the peak of my nipple, sending shivers down my spine, and I knew I was lost. Then, as if reading my thoughts, his hand began to move lower, his fingertips skimming the fabric of the chemise, leaving a trail o