They spent the night at Ava's apartment, unable to keep their hands off each other.
Waking up to Theo's mouth between her legs was the most delicious alarm Ava had ever experienced. He licked her lazily, savoring every drop of their combined release from the night before.
"Morning, beautiful," he murmured against her slick folds. "I woke up hard as fuck thinking about how you screamed for me last night."
He flipped her onto her stomach, pulled her hips up, and slid into her from behind in one smooth thrust. The new angle hit deeper, making Ava moan into the pillow as he fucked her with slow, grinding rolls of his hips.
His hand snaked around to rub her clit while the echo-effect layered faint commands in her mind again. The dual sensation — real cock stretching her and ghostly voice praising her — pushed her into a shaking orgasm within minutes.
Theo flipped her again, hooking her legs over his shoulders and pounding harder, dirtier. "Touch your tits for me. Pinch those pretty nipples while I ruin this pussy."
She obeyed, crying out as another climax built. When she came, her walls clamped so tightly around him that he followed, filling her again with a raw groan.
Later, as they showered together, Theo washed her gently, but his fingers soon found her clit again, bringing her to another quick, soapy orgasm against the tiles.
But during the peak of pleasure, the twist intensified: Theo's eyes flashed with future-memories he couldn't quite control — images of them together years later, married, building even grander projects side by side. The emotional intimacy mixed with the raw sex left Ava feeling cherished and claimed in the deepest way.
Still, he held back the full truth. "There's something about my crossing time that's unstable," he admitted only partially. "But I'm not letting you go. Not ever."
As they left for the day, Ava noticed a faint static hum in the air around Theo — and realized the echoes weren't just in her head anymore. The building itself seemed to be reacting to his presence.