No, he's not the type of man who spends hours at the gym; he's the kind of man who builds muscles while he sails the yacht or swims.
"Do you like what you see?" He winks at me with a mischievous smile. "Is that like in your romance novels?"
I smile in response because that's exactly what I was thinking.
"How do you know?" I ask, unable to look into his eyes, tracing my gaze over his naked body.
"You licked your lips," he says right away, and I widen my eyes as our gazes finally meet.
"No, I didn't." I shake my head, even though I'm almost positive I did it.
"Yes, you did, baby, and I loved it." He winks at me, and I feel my cheeks get hotter. Luckily, it's too dark for him to notice.
"I want to see you fully naked," I say hoarsely, realizing just now that he still hasn't seen me naked.
Antoine chuckles and starts unbuckling his pants.
"I want to do this." I lift up on the bed and reach for his belt. "I want to taste you."
"No way," he protests.
"Why not? You did this to me."
"Because I'm gonna come in five seconds if you wrap those puffy lips over my dick." He tries to pull my hands away, but I don't give up.
"That would be fun." I wink at him.
"You're unbelievable." He shakes his head, a broad smile appearing on his face. "One moment you blush after I say how sexy you are, and the second you want me in your mouth."
I don't know if it's champagne, the sea rolling, or my birthday, but I feel like I became bolder, decisive, and assertive. He makes me want to express my desires without being ashamed of them.
I pull his hands away from his belt, and he obeys. And then I unbuckle them slowly, tracing my fingers over his dick as I do it. I feel his cock jump inside his pants, and I begin to smile involuntarily.
"Oh, you like what you do to me, huh?" he asks, running his tongue across his upper lip.
I say nothing, unable to stop smiling as I unzip his pants and take them off, leaving him in his white boxers only, which contrast perfectly with his tanned skin.
I look up at him. He places his lower lip between his teeth and bites it so hard that I'm sure he can feel the blood.
He lies on his arms, trying to look at ease, but I could see how tensed his muscles are.
Is he...nervous? Hmmm, that's interesting. Not only can he make me feel all the types of emotions, I am capable of that, too.
"Why are you smiling?" he asks, and I find myself giving him a wide smile without even noticing it.
I say nothing. I stand up and pull my dress higher; without opening the bottoms, I take it off over my head, leaving nothing else.
I didn't wear a bra, and he stole my panties, so now I'm standing fully naked for him to enjoy the view.
"Fuck, Cami, you're gorgeous," he whispers, leaning closer and wrapping his arms around my waist.
As he presses his lips to one of my nipples, I throw my head back with how good it feels. I grab his shoulders for a balance, but he holds me so tightly that I believe I won't be able to escape his grip even if I wanted to.
He sucks my nipples, licking, kissing, and gently biting them. I moan, wriggling in his arms; his hands travel through my body, brushing between my shoulder blades, lower back, and ass.
"I want you," he growls, his kisses intensify, and he tries to make me sit on his lap, but I pull away. "Let me come in you."
"No," I say with a smile, teasing him. "It's my birthday, and you'll do what I say."