Newt is... overhwelmed. He's finding it hard to breathe and it only gets worse as he pushes further into her agonizingly slowly because any faster and he knows he'll be done for. When he bottoms out, he swallows a gasp and grips the sheets beside them tightly in his hands. His entire body is trembling with the sensation of being surrounded by her, his cock feels like it's pulsing inside of her, he's starting to see stars. He pulls back just as slowly until he's almost all the way out and lets go of the sheets to move his hand between them and rub little circles at her clit.

"Getting there," he murmurs, locking eyes with her as he shifts to take her legs and wrap them around his waist. He slides back in a little faster and his lips meet hers for a kiss at the sound of skin against skin. "I just want to feel you, Christ, you feel so good." He wants to stay like this forever, deep inside of her, feeling her warmth everywhere. He pulls back again and this time thrusts hard, pulling her hips up to meet him as he starts to pump into her again and again. It's been so long since he's been intimate with anyone, much less with someone he's been in love with, and he can't believe how amazing he feels right now. Even with the condom on, he can feel how wet she is, he slides so easily in and out of her. Her name leaves his lips in another moan and he changes his angle, hitching one leg over his shoulder as he continues to fuck her, harder and faster and with more urgency. "Shit." It comes out pretty much as a guttural snarl, deep in his throat, and he works at her clit again. "I'm close," he pants, "I'm so fucking close."