The air in the garage hung thick with the scent of oil and their shared heat, the echo of Lila’s moans still lingering against the walls. Theo stood before her, chest heaving, eyes dark with a hunger that hadn’t dimmed. He moved with purpose, tugging his jeans down just enough to free himself, his thick length pulsing, slick with need. Lila’s gaze widened, a flush creeping across her skin as she took him in: veiny, commanding, throbbing for her alone.
“You see what you do to me?” Theo growled, his hand wrapping around himself, stroking once, deliberately, under her ravenous stare. “All these years, watching you, wanting to claim every inch of you.”
Lila bit her lip, her core tightening at his words, a pulse of heat pooling low in her belly. Her thoughts spun, vivid and wild: his body pressed against hers, his voice a rough whisper in her ear, his touch unraveling her completely. She felt her breath slow, each inhale heavy with anticipation.
Without warning, Theo’s hands found her waist, lifting her effortlessly, pinning her against the cool garage wall. Her legs wrapped around him instinctively, her slick heat grazing his shaft, both of them trembling with a need that bordered on desperation. The friction sent a shiver through her, her body arching, seeking more.
“Tell me you want it,” Theo whispered, his lips brushing her ear, his tip teasing her soaked entrance, a torturous promise of what was to come.
“Please,” Lila gasped, her voice a soft plea, hips tilting toward him, desperate for the connection.
“Please what, Lila?” he teased, his voice low, rubbing himself against her throbbing core, each brush making her whimper with need.
“Please, take me,” she cried, nails digging into his shoulders, her body alive with want.
That was all he needed. With a primal groan, Theo thrust into her, one deep, powerful stroke that filled her completely, stretching her tight walls. Lila’s head fell back, a raw, helpless moan spilling from her lips as he claimed her, their bodies locking together in a rhythm as old as desire itself.
“You’re so perfect,” he groaned, moving with slow, deliberate thrusts, each one stretching her, igniting every nerve. “So tight, like you were made for me.”
Lila could barely breathe, the fullness overwhelming, each thrust a spark that set her alight. Her nipples tightened against her thin tank top, her core throbbing with every movement. Her thoughts were a haze of sensation: his hands gripping her hips, his breath hot against her neck, the way he filled her so completely it felt like they were one.
“You wanted this,” Theo rasped, his pace quickening, hips slamming into her with a force that rattled the wall. “Strutting around in those shorts, driving me wild.”
“Yes,” she sobbed, lost in the rhythm, body trembling as pleasure coiled tighter within her. Her fingers clutched at him, anchoring herself against the storm of sensation.
“You’re mine,” Theo growled, thrusting harder, his grip bruising her hips, claiming her with every stroke. “Say it.”
“I’m yours,” Lila cried, her voice breaking as her climax built, fierce and unstoppable, a wave ready to crash.
“Give it to me,” he commanded, his thumb finding her sensitive bud, circling with relentless precision.
It was too much. Lila shattered with a scream, her core clenching around him, pulsing wildly, pleasure exploding through her in blinding waves. Theo cursed, feeling her tighten, and with a few more punishing thrusts, he followed, spilling deep inside her, hot and overwhelming, his body shaking with the force of it.
They stayed locked together, sweaty, panting, lost in the afterglow, until Theo gently lowered her to the ground, her legs trembling, a trace of him glistening on her thighs. Lila looked up at him, a lazy, wicked smile curving her lips, her eyes still hazy with satisfaction.
“So, about that service warranty,” she teased, voice hoarse, playful.
Theo’s chuckle was dark, rich, as he took her hand, pulling her toward the workbench. “Sweetheart, we’re just getting started.”
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