Diary Entry for Natalie Lambert
by KnightCrusader


Disclaimers: I don't own Nick, Nat and Co. J. Parriott, B. Cohen and
Sony do. 
No infringement intended. This little piece of smut was inspired by
my sister. It has not been betaed so all mistakes are mine. All
feedback welcome at debbub@hotmail.com 

ADULT: Explicit sexual descriptions. If you are under age or this
offends please go away. 


Diary Entry for Natalie Lambert
 

As we entered the candle lit room, I saw the most sensuous bed I've
ever seen. It was king size, low to the floor and made up with black
silk satin sheets. There was a fireplace lit in front of the bed. The
room smelled of sandalwood. It was his scent and the room was heady
with it.

 He was clad only in black silk which clung to every curve of his
well toned body. His hair was spun gold. The candle light causing a
halo effect. I was totally enraptured. 

When he looked into my eyes with his twilight blue ones I felt as if
I could drown. How I want to drown in the feel of his hands and the
passion of his kisses. 

We don't speak. For there is nothing to be said. 

He caresses my face with his gentle touch. Running his hands into my
hair, he is but a breath away. Pulling me to him I await his kiss. It
is gentle at first. Feather soft, his lips on mine. His tongue
stroking my mouth asking for entrance. I submit. As our tongues dance
in the ageless rhythm of lovers, he begins to explore my body.

 The silk slides down his back and pools around his wrists. I don't
know where the softness of his skin begins and the silk ends. As his
lips leave my mouth a soft sigh escapes me. He begins to nip and suck
at my neck leaving a trail of molten heat in his wake. I am
trembling. Not from fear, but from ecstacy. He arches me back as he
kisses down to my breasts. His lips never leaving my body, he removes
my clothes. 

He runs his hand down my neck to my breast massaging it to a
hardened point. I have never felt such passion in a touch. His mouth
replaces his fingers and I am lost. He holds my hands at my sides in
his firm embrace. How I want to touch him. 

"Pas encore mon amour," >Not yet my love<
"Je veux vous aimer entièrement. " >I want to love you fully<

He guides me to his bed, and lays me gently down.

He lays his body next to mine. I feel the heat of his skin, the
beating of his heart. My heart beats in time with his. My breath is
coming in shallow as the tension in my body builds. 

He continues to caress my body. Stroking up my legs to my hips. His
tongue licking down my belly. I bury my hands in his hair as he lays
his head on my thigh. It is the first time he has allowed me to touch
him. I shudder in anticipation as he parts me with his tongue. I am
ready for him. As he strokes me with his tongue I feel him enter me
with his fingers. It is sweet torture as he raises me up to the cliff
and pushes me off. As I am falling and the world has exploded into
colours, I feel him raise up over me.

I raise my arms as if to welcome him into my embrace. 

"Please, I need to feel you inside of me. I need to become one with
you."

"Then you shall. We will become one for eternity."

I feel him enter me with his rock hard shaft. Gently he eases into
me. Then he stills as we both relish him filling me. Then he begins
to move. Slowly, deliberately, the friction maddening. He begins to
quicken the pace and I match him thrust for thrust. I can see his
orgasm building. His eyes have gone to midnight, his breath in pants
now. The muscles in his back rippling as we both climb the shear
cliff that is our climax. I feel him fill me as he has his release. 

His curls matted to his forehead, he kisses me and we both sleep. 

KnightCrusader 2004
10-4-04