They barely made it to the secluded skylight garden before clothes started coming off.
Theo lifted Ava onto a wide stone bench surrounded by blooming jasmine. The sweet floral scent mixed with the musk of their arousal. He dropped to his knees like he had fantasized so many times, pushing her dress up to her waist and ripping her soaked panties down her legs.
"Look at this pretty pussy," he groaned, spreading her thighs wide. "All mine now."
His mouth descended without mercy. Hot tongue licked a broad stripe from her entrance to her clit, then sucked the swollen nub into his mouth. Ava's head fell back with a loud cry, fingers gripping his hair as he devoured her.
He ate her like a starving man — messy, hungry, filthy. The sounds were obscene: wet slurping, her desperate moans, his low growls of approval. Two fingers joined his tongue, scissoring and curling while he flicked her clit relentlessly.
"Theo—fuck—yes, just like that!" Ava's hips bucked wildly. The pleasure was sharper, wetter, more intense than any voice-guided session.
When the faint future-echo layered in again — his voice from ten years ahead whispering the same dirty commands in her mind while the real Theo worked between her legs — the overload sent her spiraling into a screaming orgasm. Her thighs clamped around his head as she gushed on his tongue.
Theo didn't stop. He licked her through it, then gentler, until she was a trembling, oversensitive mess.
"Delicious," he murmured, rising to kiss her deeply so she could taste herself on his lips. "But I'm nowhere near done with you."
He freed his cock — thick, long, and leaking precum. Ava's mouth watered at the sight. She wrapped her hand around him, stroking slowly.
"I want to taste you too," she whispered, voice husky with need.
Theo's eyes darkened. "Next time. Right now I need to be inside you."
He positioned himself at her entrance and pushed in with one slow, powerful thrust. The stretch burned so good Ava saw stars. He filled her completely, bottoming out with a guttural groan.
"Fuck… so tight. So perfect," he panted, holding still to let her adjust. "This is what I've been dreaming about every time I told you to fuck yourself with your fingers."
Then he started moving — deep, hard strokes that rocked the bench. The faint echo-effect made it feel like two versions of him were fucking her at once: the present Theo pounding into her while the future echo whispered filthy encouragement directly into her mind.
Ava came again within minutes, nails raking down his back. Theo followed soon after, burying himself deep and filling her with hot pulses of cum while growling her name.
As they caught their breath, tangled and sweaty, the twist deepened: a brief flash of future-memory hit Theo — he saw a version of Ava pregnant with their child in the finished building years from now.
He didn't tell her yet. Instead he kissed her softly and whispered, "This is only the beginning, love. But the timeline is still shifting…"
Just as they dressed to leave, a strange distortion rippled through the atrium lights — and Theo's body flickered for a split second, almost transparent.