Lena gripped the hand rests between the seats hard enough that her knuckles were turning white; it was a struggle not to jump out of her seat and tackle Will to the sticky, dirty floor of the movie theatre, especially after he slipped a finger inside, hitting her in just the right spot. The movie suddenly got loud and Lena let herself moan aloud, letting out some of the build up that she'd had to hold in so far.<br/><br/>In her opinion, Will was an expert with his hands and mouth and Lena could already feel a climax fast approaching. She muttered a few otherwise incoherent syllables that she hoped Will would understand as her saying that she was getting close. If not, he could probably tell by the involuntary spasms of her muscles as he touched and licked them.<br/><br/>Lena was practically panting when the wave of pleasure washed over her. She lifted her hips up off her seat and pushed it closer to Will before freezing and letting her orgasm take over her body, shaking and tensing all of the muscles in her body.<br/><br/>"Jesus Will," she muttered as she came back down and flopped back against her chair.