imagines | e.d

«beach body»

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i repositioned my sunglasses over my eyes as i lay flat on the beach towel.

"baby!" my boyfriend calls to me from the water.

i sit back on my elbows, raising an eyebrow at the tan god in front of me.

"come swim with me," he begs.

"e, i just got my hair redyed! i can't get it wet!" i yell to him.

"pleaseeeee," he drags.

"sorry, babe. tan with me!" i beckon him to me with my hand.

"fine," he pouts, trudging up the shore and back to our wind tent.

he flops on the towel next to me and some of the sand lands on me.

"don't be sad, love," i reach out, stroking his smooth cheek.

"hmm," he mumbles.

"ethan grant... baby," i continue to stroke his face.

"hmm," he hums again.

"babe," i say, a little more stern this time.

in a quick motion, he grabs my hips and places me on his lap.

"what?" he smirks up at me.

i lean down, sliding my hips further onto his and trapping his head between my extended arms.

"i said," i place my lips next to his ear. "babe," i let out a breathy, quiet moan, moving my hips on his.

"stop," ethan's grip on my hips tightens.

"why?" i nibble his ear lobe.

"we're in public."

"and?" i press a kiss to his neck, sucking lightly.

"people are gonna see us."

"then let's go in the tent," i suck harder.

"someone will hear."

"not if you're quiet," i kiss my way down his chest.

"babe."

"you know you want to," i smirk, grinding on him a little.

i feel him grow underneath me and i giggle at his vulnerability.

"fine," he pushes up on my butt and quickly shoves me into the tent.

he crawls in after me, zipping the tent closed at the same time.

"come here," he grabs me by my ankles and pulls my hips into his.

his fingers fumble to find the strings of my bikini, but that quickly changes when the fabric is thrown aside.