Sex in the cinema

We sit in the dark theater, our laps full of popcorn, the movie flickering above us like white noise. She leans close, her blonde hair brushing my cheek, and I feel her fingers slide under my skirt instead of reaching for the bag. The film drones on. Neither of us cares. She parts my thighs, slow, deliberate, and I bite my lip to keep the sound inside my throat. Her black hair falls forward as she leans down, mouth replacing fingers, warm and wet and sure. I grip the armrest, the popcorn forgotten, kernels spilling to the floor while her tongue moves with steady purpose. The screen keeps playing, but all I feel is her mouth, her breath, the slick heat building between my legs until I come hard in the flickering dark, quiet, shaking, and still hungry for more.