Fall From Grace (Slater #1) (2 page)

“I saw the way that evil spawn looked at you” she spat “And then I hear your cries from the woods, I know what you were doing”

Laura lowered her head her tears fell in big droplets down her cheek.

“Mother” Laura said quietly.

Too afraid to look up to meet her mother’s furious glare, she heard her mother sigh as Laura felt herself getting pulled into an embrace.

“Oh Laura, you’re a woman, I know, you have the same desires as any woman. I wasn’t all that different to you. But that boy; he is no good for you, he will only break your heart” her mother softly said into Laura’s ear.

Laura’s tears began to dry and she reached up wiping what trickled off her cheeks. Her mother’s face was no longer angry, but filled with concern. Her mother looked deep into Laura’s eyes and nodded her head giving a small sympathetic smile.

“Go wash my love, then we will eat” she said as she gave Laura a pat on the back.

Laura went to the wash basin beside her bed, lifting her skirt and skimmed a wet hand between her legs, washing away the love and blood that nestled between her thighs.  Her mind was still on Porter, her heart, she had already given to him along with her virginity; she just hoped that he would hold it delicately in his hands, careful not to shatter it.

Chapter Three

The next morning Laura went into the woods, her mind still on Porter.  As she moved into the clearing, she caught movement off to her side.  Laura stood and held her breath, watching in the direction she saw the movement, expecting to see a deer.  As she concentrated on the edge of the woods, she felt arms snake their way around her waist.  Laura squealed in fright, clenching her fists and spinning to hit out at the person grabbing at her.  As she turned she was held against a strong muscular chest looking up she saw the dark eyes of Porter.  She couldn’t help but smile at the delight she felt upon seeing him.

“Oh Porter, you scared me within an inch of my life” she said, her heart rate still beating fast but not from fear.

“I’m sorry my love” he said with a smile creeping across his lips.

Laura was astonished by how beautiful he was. He was perfect in every way. His eyes were the darkest brown she had ever seen, they almost bordered on black, his hair which was equally dark, hung lazily over his eyes and framed his face.  His skin was smooth, apart from the slight stubble than ran its way around his chin. His lips were full and when he smiled she could see a dimple that touched his cheek.  As Laura stood in his embrace she could smell the scent of the forest on his skin, under his light shirt, she could feel the ridges of his muscles. His arms were taut and his chest rippled under her touch.  Her head felt light as she looked up at him, she ached deep in her core and could feel wetness begin to pool between her legs.

Porter leaned forward and kissed her gently, his mouth tasted her, pulling her bottom lip between his teeth and his tongue edged its way into her mouth.  She opened her lips to give him full access and immediately his tongue filled her.  Laura’s breath caught in her throat and her heart raced, beating loudly in her ears, she wrapped her arms around his waist and pulled him closer to her.  Porter groaned deep in his throat and pressed his length against her belly.  Laura could feel her legs begin to get weak with the desire that was racing through her.  With fumbling fingers she reached up and began to unbutton his shirt, not taking her lips from his, Porter shrugged the shirt from his shoulders and allowed it to drop onto the mossy ground beneath their feet.

Laura began to explore Porter’s body with her fingertips, running them all over his chest and abdomen, lightly brushing his nipples, which she was delighted with a deep groan.  She reached around to his back and began to run her fingers up towards his shoulders, as she touched a raised edge on his skin Porter winced. She pulled her lips from his and moved to face his back.  Across the skin was a tattoo of raised and red welts, raw and bleeding. As she reached instinctively to touch the marks, Porter caught her wrist and looked down at the ground.

“Porter” she said frowning with concern “my love, what is this?”

Porter wouldn’t look into her face; she reached out and turned his head so that his eyes were looking into hers.  What she saw was immense sadness.

“Who did this to you?” she asked, feeling anger rise through her that someone could lay such violent marks on the skin of someone so beautiful.

Porter shook his head and his thumb circled her palm.  He brought her hand up to his lips and kissed each finger tenderly, sucking her index finger into his mouth as he ran his tongue around the tip.

“I did this to me, my love” he said, his voice husky and low.

“Why? Why would you break your skin?” she asked taking his face in her hands.

“It’s my penance” he said dryly.

“Penance? For what?” she practically shouted.

Porter pulled her body in close to his, the warmth of his chest pressed against her. 

“For loving you carnally” he said as he kissed the corners of her mouth.

Laura had almost forgotten that Porter was going to join the seminary. Her desire to fill her own needs had overwhelmed her sense of sensibility.

“We should stop then Porter” she said with a moan as he reached up the back of her skirt, sliding his hand around to hold her backside.

“No” he said his voice angry.

Porter lowered his head to her neck and nuzzled her.  She couldn’t stand it anymore; she wanted him deep inside her.  She wanted to feel him fill her. She wanted to be joined with him. With a sudden movement, Porter leant down and picked her up, her legs straddling his waist as he carried her deeper into the woods.  As they came to the foot of a great oak tree, he laid her on the ground against the trunk and lifted her skirt to her waist.  His hands slid up and down her legs, squeezing her thighs gently as he edged his way to her slick folds. She couldn’t hold back the moan that was building.  He leant forward and she groaned as his tongue darted out touching her folds first. His tongue worked its way up to the small nub, her nerves came alive and she couldn’t help but thrust her hips up to meet his mouth.  As he slid a finger deep inside her sex, it was almost too much, her ears started to ring as all her attention was centred on Porter’s tongue and the pleasure it was bringing.  She felt her orgasm start in the depths of her body; tingles moved up and down, her nipples hardened under her dress.

“Oh Porter, Porter, Porter” she chanted as waves of pleasure washed over her trembling body. 

She lay against the tree, her whole body trembling. Porter lifted his head from underneath her skirt and smiled at her, his chin glistening with her juices. He pulled her down closer to him as he unzipped his pants, releasing his erection.  Porter took Laura’s hand in his and led it down to him.  She instinctively wrapped her fingers around his length and began to move it up and down; he closed his eyes and growled a deep groan, which spurred her on. She touched the tip, running her fingers over the slippery pre cum that had formed, Porter touched her hand, not letting her release him, as he guided himself deep within her.

She gasped as he filled her to stretching point. Slowly he began to move his hips, sliding his length in and out of her depths.  She moved her hips to meet his and staring up into his face watching his eyes close.  He continued to move in and out, grunting with every thrust, suddenly his eyes shot open, and they darkened further, his lips twisted into a grimace.  With one final thrust, she felt him swell inside her as he shot wetness into her, coating her walls and spilling out over her thighs.  He stayed inside her, kissing Laura’s lips, chin, cheeks and nose.

“Oh my love, I so wish I didn’t have to go away” he groaned into Laura’s ear.

Laura closed her eyes tight at the thought of Porter leaving her.

Chapter Four

Porter.

He couldn’t bear the thought of leaving Laura.  But Porter’s father would never allow him to give up on the seminary for the love of a peasant girl. He hated that the socio economics of the town controlled who he was allowed to love.  But his life was decided.  If Porter wouldn’t marry one of the girls in his class then he was to go to the seminary to become a priest. Laura was so beautiful, so humble, a woman that he could love. She had no father, which is what made her less than desirable for a wife according to his father; she was the daughter of a whore.

Her mother was never known to actually be a whore. Not in his understanding of what a whore was. Laura’s father had left them when she was a small child. There were rumours as to where he went, some say that he left to find money, some say he left for another woman. But the truth only Laura’s mother knew. This being said, it meant that Laura wasn’t a wealthy woman and therefore not in his class and not a suitable woman for him to marry according to Porter’s father.

The wounds from his self-flagellation had begun to sting as he laid beside Laura in the damp grass under the oak tree.  The sun was sprinkling its way through the foliage and Laura’s hair tickled his nose with the scent of Lavender and Jasmine.  Porter fought to keep the guilty feelings at bay; he would deal with those later.  But he couldn’t shake off the thoughts that he had fallen from grace, that God would turn His face from Porters if he allowed their carnal affair to continue. He was lost in thought when Porter felt Laura begin to stir, her hand that was rested on his chest moved in light circles through the hair that spatted between his nipples.  Porter closed his eyes and breathed in deeply, enticing his senses with her scent.  He leant down and kissed the top her head as her hair tickled his chin and reached down to cup her face.

“Laura my love” he spoke; his voice hitched in his throat as he felt the stirrings in his groin with her every touch.

Laura looked up at Porter, her eyes were clouded with lust, a once light green, became a dark emerald in colour and he could feel himself being pulled into them. His words were lost to the depths of her eyes, as he felt himself moving his lips to hers, tasting her tongue that found its way into his mouth. She was too much to refrain from.  He closed his eyes, allowing his sense of touch to take over.  Their love previously had been rushed. Porter made the decision to take his time, as it would be the last.  He sat up and pulled Laura to him continuing to kiss her.  He reached forward to the lace ribbons that held the bodice of her dress tight.  Slowly he allowed the ribbons to untie until the top of her dress fell from her shoulders.  With a shaking hand he slowly pushed the bodice down her arms further, exposing her breasts, plump and full; her pink nipples were pinched and pulled tort with the eroticism that they both felt. Porter leaned over and took her nipple in his mouth hearing her gasp and feeling her arch into his mouth. He flicked his tongue over the tight bud with eagerness as her moans became low groans of pleasure.

Porter felt Laura’s hand slip from his stomach down to where his erection still sat out of his pants.  With shy fingers she clasped his length and began to slowly move her hand up and down.  He groaned onto her breast and closed his eyes.  Laura moved back removing her nipple from his mouth and Porter couldn’t hold back his cry of protest. He looked into her eyes and saw them dance mischievously. 

“I want to kiss you” Laura said.  She shook her head no when Porter leaned forward to take her mouth in his. “No, I want to kiss you as you kissed me” she said with a shy smile.

Porter groaned, closing his eyes. He had never had a woman put her lips on him in such a way and he felt himself grow even more erect at the thought.  He leaned back to give Laura room as she bowed her head. Her tongue darted out to the head of his erection. The feeling was almost too much and he felt warmth shoot down into his balls.  Again she licked at the tip of him, the warm wetness of her tongue made him lift his hips to give more of himself to her.  Slowly she opened her mouth and took the head of his erection between her lips, sucking down on him.  He let out an animalistic growl and lifted his hips, pushing himself further into her mouth.  With one hand she lightly touched his shaft with feathery fingers and her mouth formed a firm suction, her touch was intoxicating.  He suddenly felt his balls tighten.

“Laura my love you need to stop” he cried in an almost panic.

Laura continued to suck him, her lips moving feverishly up and down his length.  Porter reached forward taking her hair in his hand and attempted to pull her mouth from him.

“Please, I’m going to spill” he cried.

He was about to lose his load when she suddenly lifted up from him and he shot his seed all over her hand and his stomach, with a groan that roared distantly.  Laura looked down at the creamy spill on her hand and brought it up to her lips, her tongue flicked out over the salty seed on her skin. He groaned as she continued to stare into his eyes and slowly cleaned his mess with her tongue.  It was the most erotic sight he had ever seen and he wondered how this innocent woman would learn such a thing.