Is this good? I think I said "and" too much. Lol Anyway, hope you like. :)
On her knees, Abbie unbuttoned and unzipped his pants. She pulled them, including his underwear down to his ankles. He slouched in his seat.
"Eager much?" She rubbed the inside of his thigh.
He bit his lip. "You are going to torture me, aren't you?"
"You like that shit, don't you?" She kissed his penis: the tip, the middle, the top.
He smirked. "Indeed."
She gently bit his tip twice before she caressed it with her tongue and sucked. He released a quiet grunt. She slid more of him into her mouth until she had him half-way. She nipped, licked, and sucked all the way down. Then she kissed his penis, finally captured all of him. Crane gripped the arms of his chair, scratched them. Her tongue flicked a little quicker, her teeth bit a little harder, her lips puckered a little more around him. He groaned and squirmed, but stopped when she rubbed her hands up his calves. She slowed down. Licked him, then bit, sucked, licked, bit. He gasped. She sucked him one last time before she moved her lips. After she bit his tip again, he came. She created a little extra space when he ejaculated.
"Fuck, Abbie." He breathed deep.
She smirked at him. "You're going to need napkin."
They glanced at each other for a moment. Then they laughed as he passed her a napkin. He had one, too, and helped to clean himself, the floor, and parts of his pants. His coat would cover the stains. They pulled his pants and underwear up together. She leaned up to kiss him.
"Thank you for loving me, Abbie, even in a theater."
"You're welcome." She buttoned, zipped his pants. "And thank you."
She'd make love to him anywhere. He'd do the same for her. They loved each other. Every part. Simple as that.
He took her napkin and helped her up. "Shall we go wash our hands?"
"We might want to."
He chuckled and kissed her temple. They left.
When Abbie finished, she walked into the men's room. Crane's eyes widened as he dried his hands with a paper towel. She snatched his napkin from him, threw it in the trash, and dragged him into a stall. She locked them in.
"What are you—?"
She kissed him. Her tongue darted in his mouth. He clasped her butt, caused her to moan. She unfastened her pants again. Grabbing one of his hands, she shoved his fingers in her underwear. She sighed against mouth when he hit the right spot.
"We're fulfilling a wish on my bucket list," she said, grasping him through his pants.