The things he's doing to her with his tongue and his fingers are so completely unfair and she knows it's been a good while since anyone's gone down on her, but she's pretty sure this is the best it's ever been and she can feel pleasure rippling through her. She's pressing herself down on his fingers, but then he's moving away and she groans a curse, draping one arm over her eyes briefly. When she pulls her arm back again, when he kisses her, she arches into it, reaching up to run her hands down his back, over warm, smooth skin and she grins a little when he mentions the condom, because it gives her a chance to sit up a little on the bed and reach down, taking him in her hand. He's reaching for the drawer and she strokes him a few times, just enjoying the weight of him in her hand, warm and heavy. She can't remember the last time she's been this into someone, if it's a thing that's ever happened before, but she loves him and he loves her and she doesn't know the last time she's wanted to fuck someone this badly.

And, okay, it's fair that he's stopped, because all she wants now is to have him inside her, but she shifts down the bed a little, ducking her head, dragging her tongue up the underside of his cock once, because if he can do it to her, she can more than repay that. "Ridiculously hard," she agrees in a teasing voice, her lips brushing against him as she speaks and god, she thinks she could probably just do this all night, even if neither of them are going to last very long the first time. "God, Newt, I want you so bad," she murmurs, tipping her head back again, trying to see if he's managed to get the condom or if she's interrupted and she'd be pretty content with either, except if all they're getting is five seconds, she wants to make them count and she kind of wants them now.