She couldn't think the way he kept breaking her down. And she just got her voice back too! But the way he made her moan and cry out, that would be gone soon too. And OH, his words - his words and his actions were all too arousing, hips moving from simply bucking with his fingers to grinding and rolling, barely even resting on the mattress before he had her rocketing off of it again, his name easily the clearest thing out of her. Oh she said his name over and over again, all right, sometimes in a long moan, and sometimes a heated scream, her hands clutching the sheet, knuckles white. Her breathing came in sharp gasps, "Nggha.. Natsu.. NATSU-"

See, the problem (so to speak) with being driving absolutely -mad- from passion is that giving your partner and lover a small warning when you're near the edge of climaxing is kind of impossible. But she didn't think he'd mind - he'd probably be smug and happy as hell, actually.