...Give It To You...

Chris' body trembled as he felt Missa slip from her seat in the half empty theatre and take her place in front of him. With a sneaky smile contorting her beautiful face, Missa lowered herself to her knees between his feet on the cold cement floor. As she worked to unfasten the button on his jeans, his gaze darted frantically around the room. His heart pounded against his chest as he lowered his head to look down at her.

"Missa, we're gonna get caught!" Chris hissed his words in a loud whisper. Quickly he pushed her hands away and began to rebutton his jeans.

"You big baby, we are NOT gonna get caught!"

In frustration she slapped his hands away and pulled the zipper down on his jeans. Grabbing him by his pockets, she pulled him down in his seat harshly. Chris watched in wide eyed amazement as Missa pushed his shirt up, exposing his stomach. He closed his eyes and sighed as he felt the tip of her tongue delve into his navel as her fingers slid into the waistband of his navy blue boxers.