The signal was fading faster now. Ava could hear the strain in Theo's voice, the slight distortion that made her heart ache.
She arrived early one night, desperate. The moment the rain started, she called out for him.
Theo answered, but his words were fragmented at first. When the connection strengthened, he sounded almost desperate himself.
"I need to hear you tonight, Ava. I need to know you're real."
She gave him everything. Stripping completely this time, she lay on the cool floor and let his voice take full control. Theo painted an incredibly detailed scene — his hands pinning her wrists, his mouth exploring every curve, the slow thrust of his cock filling her while he whispered how perfect she felt.
Ava touched herself frantically, chasing the fantasy. Her moans turned into cries as he described coming inside her, holding her through the aftershocks. The orgasm that hit her was powerful and prolonged, leaving her shaking and gasping his name like a prayer.
Afterward, silence stretched for a long moment.
"I love you," Theo said suddenly, voice cracking with emotion. "Even if this is all we ever have."
Tears slipped down Ava's cheeks. "I love you too. Please don't leave me yet."
The connection held a little longer that night, but both knew time was running out.