She's breathing hard before he pushes even one finger inside of her and she moans when he kisses her, pressing forward, her entire body wanting more of everything, more contact, more of his touch. Her hand slides up, over his shoulder before her fingers curl around the back of his neck, holding onto him as he presses three fingers inside of her and she can't breathe, she can't even hope to catch her breath as she arches into him, her hips lifting and she doesn't even think for a second that she looks too eager, because all she wants is him. This is perfect, he's perfect, and she gasps again, her eyes squeezed shut tight as her head falls back against the mattress.

"Newt," she moans and it's the only thing she manages before she comes, her back curving, hips lifting off the bed. She feels like she's shaking, her muscles trembling as waves of pleasure roll over her and it's only when she relaxes back onto the bed that she even realizes it feels like the rest of her body is tingling. She still can't catch her breath, but she manages a smile, her hand relaxing against the back of his neck. "Holy shit."