Hope Is Love

by Hubbard, Sylvia

  "Where did all these clothes come from?" Jona asked. "In my size."

  "I'm good at looking at someone and seeing their size," Nicole said proudly. "I've worked in the dry cleaning business all my life and I can tell what looks good and what doesn't on a person. You know when you leave, you can take everything."

  Jona knew she wouldn't but she wasn't going to tell Jona that. "Thank you. Where's James?"

  "He's using the guest bathroom to straighten up, but I did want to ask you something while we have a moment alone. Cleo said you seemed very upset about something after I told Monica to leave. Is everything alright?"

  Every fiber of Jona's being told her to confess and tell Nicole everything.

  Chapter 22

  There was really no reason not to trust Nicole, but Jona had not trusted anyone in a very long time and most of them were all people who couldn't rub two nickels together. People like Nicole were the enemy no matter what good intentions they had.

  "I'm fine, but why did you have to ask her to leave? I assumed she was a good friend of the family. I hope it's not because of me and my filth."

  "Oh please!" Nicole said. " I don't mind a little dirt, but nastiness I can't tolerate. I think Monica has other intentions other than being a friend to James, if you know what I mean. I don't trust her any more than I think she's a real blonde." She pulled a cell phone out of her pocket. "Please take this in case you need anything. I've programmed all our phone numbers inside in case you need to call us."

  "I can't accept this," Jona said.

  "You have to. It was the only way Sheriff agreed to allow you to leave this home. It's just one of Ethan's company's phones so it's fine," Nicole assured her.

  Reluctantly, Jona took the phone to place in her purse next to the wad of money that Monica had given her. James came down the stairs to join them. He had changed into a nice green shirt that made his eyes even more startling and black khaki's. She was mesmerized by his handsomeness and unable to find the words to speak.

  After helping Jona on with her coat, he gently he took her hand and led her out of the door. A large red pickup truck was parked in front and he assisted her in getting inside.

  "Where are you taking me?" she asked when he joined her.

  "I thought we could take a look at my world, like you showed yours to me and then have a great lunch. Can you relax and let me show you?"

  When he smiled like that, how could she resist?

  As they drove away, Jona knew it was going to be harder and harder to do what she had to do tonight.

  * * *

  Jona tried to keep her anxiousness to herself as she looked around the palace they had walked into. James had driven almost an hour outside of Detroit to a large home sitting right on the Detroit River with a large boat parked on its own dock. James had to practically drag her inside because she was overwhelmed with the fact that she wasn't supposed to be there.

  "Who's house is this?" she whispered as if there were a million people around.

  "Mine."

  He'd already showed her his offices and even some of the property his company had constructed. When she asked how had he remembered all of this, he said Ethan had helped him, but she had noticed he always reverted his eyes away.

  Now he was looking directly at her. "Let me show you around."

  She wanted to snatch her hand from his and run out of this home. The house seemed to intimidate her with its wealth and extravagance. "Why are we here?"

  "I told you already. I wanted to show you my world."

  "This won't make me stay, James."

  He pulled her in his arms and kissed her softly. "I know, but at least you can see what you would be missing, Hope," he said obviously.

  Jona knew most of all she would miss his kisses.

  With great reluctance, Jona allowed him to lead her through the home. Being with James, Jona could understand how he felt in her world - unless she was with him, she felt out of place and everything seemed foreign to her.

  Any woman would easily accept this life, but she couldn't adjust to any of these because of her past and because of what she was used to.

  After the tour through his fourteen-bedroom/seven bathroom home, she was led to a cozy nook where someone had placed out a beautiful light lunch. Soft music played and the room was too comfy for words.

  "Who did this?"

  "I made arrangements while you were straightening up," he explained. "My assistant helped me coordinate." He pulled out her chair and Jona sat down.

  Her gut told her to continue to question him, but she was so enchanted by all she had experienced and his current proximity, she didn't and accepted what he offered.

  "Tomorrow I was thinking we could go to on the boat," he suggested after they had fixed their plates.

  Picking up the fork before she ate, she was still feeling out of her element. James reached over and took the fork from her.

  "Didn't you question my manners before?" she asked.

  He pulled her chair so her knees would be between his as he faced her. "I thought I could show you a creative way to eat without forks."

  She was filled with that same curiosity only he could pull from her.

  He took her hand and dipped her fingers in the sweet cream. "Now pick up a small piece of fruit," he ordered.

  She did as told and then he grasped her wrist, guided her fingers to his mouth and then inhaled the fruit and cream, while licking her fingers. Jona was captivated, as his tongue licked every bit of cream from her fingers as if he needed every drop to live. So aroused, she couldn't help to dip her face down to replace her mouth. He moaned his delight and deepened his kiss, but then abruptly ended the kiss.

  “I’m going to forget I’m trying to seduce you, Hope.”

  “You are?” she asked.

  “Yes, but I think you’re trying to seduce me.”

  She shook her head. “I just found the art of using fingers very arousing.”

  “Good, because it’s my turn.” He dipped his finger into the sweet cream and picked up a small piece of orange.

  Jona had never eaten from someone like this before and wasn’t sure what to do. When she wasn’t forthcoming in opening her lips, he rubbed the citrus on her lower lip. A little cream rubbed off and instinctually she licked off the cream. He smiled very pleased and rubbed more on her lips. When her lips parted, he moved the citrus between her lips and she parted her mouth wider taking the sour and sweet at the same time. Licking over his fingers lovingly getting a high from the sweet cream, but also feeling aroused all over from the act of all this oral play.

  He mimicked her motion and swooped down to capture her lips and at the same time dove his hands under her backside to lift her in his lap. His power in body was just as unreal as the power in his mouth and how he made her feel all over.

  If he could kiss her all day, she could kiss him for the rest of her life. Everything felt as if time was moving fast, but also slowing down at the same time. Somehow he had magically removed the dress from her body and maneuvered her body to straddle him. Her arms held around his neck and his hand came up to run his fingers through her hair. Jona felt him hesitate as if he was scared to touch her hair before going full gusto massaging her scalp while also running his hands down her naked back.

  Her bra had disappeared and his hands moved from around her to massage her breast. He groaned reluctantly tearing his mouth from hers, but replacing a dark peak into his mouth. Jona threw her head back at the velocity of electric pulses that shook her body. She remembered what he had done before and Jona wanted desperately to get to that point again.

  James hands went to her waist and encouraged her to stand up and his mouth descended, while his mouth kissed her stomach and continued a path down to her feminine thatch.

  Jona could feel his mouth move downward as he gripped her hips and raised them up. His lips pressed against her stomach giving variations of open and closed kisses, licking her belly button before descending to her Venus to the t
op of her womanhood. Jona threw her head back as he very so lightly kissed around her most sensitive spot and then James moved her left thigh over his shoulder to give him full access to laved from her perineum to the top of her womanhood. He then used the tip of his tongue in a circular motion around her clitoris down to her womanly lips and then dipped into her wet cavern to suckle her nectar that he had created.

  Jona locked her fingers behind his nape for balance, but even that was difficult because the one leg was becoming weaker and weaker as he seemed to drain all energy and focus on bringing her to culmination yet again with his mouth. In one fluid motion, with a firm grip under her buttock, he held her completely suspended as his mouth had now more access to the treasure between her legs. James seemed to inhale her essence and Jona let herself succumb to the pleasures his mouth gloriously tortured her with. She briefly noticed he had slid slightly back in the chair and his hand that was holding her back momentarily disappeared. Her expert hearing caught the sound of something zipping down. As he culminated, all thought of what he was trying to do left her mind. She knew her juices were running down his chin.

  He somehow maneuvered her legs back down to straddle his leg, so she was standing again, but he was holding her firmly by the waist. His mouth began an upward path and her body started moving down to accommodate him.

  Jona felt the thicken tip press against her aperture. Stiffening, her voice quivered his name, "James?" Gripping his broad shoulders as the fear started to grow inside of her.

  “I’ll never hurt you,” he promised before suckling a nipple. “I want to give you pleasure, Hope.”

  “But I’m scared,” she confessed.

  “Just trust me, remember?” He kissed another nipple.

  His mouth felt so delicious and Jona began to weaken yet again… yet the fear… She wanted the pleasure he offered and she couldn't believe how much her whole being wanted this… yet there was the fear.

  He was so patient as he continued to suckle each breast. Jona watched as the contrast of his tan skin against her brown complexion. Even watching him draw both nipples into his mouth made her body want even more.

  His path continued upwards. She had to curve her body to succumb to his mouth, as he licked and sucked on her collarbone and her neck. He didn’t press her body downward.

  James had left that decision fully up to Jona, but his mouth continued to kiss her. Her legs were shaking and the tip of him felt so good resting at her aperture. She could feel the vibrations starting at her opening that seem to draw him in without her even pressing down.

  Good was not even the word Jona could have imagined at that moment.

  Delicious!

  Magnificent!

  Her legs slowly gave way pressing him deeper and deeper inside of her. The more he moved inside of her, Jona was convinced James was some type of sexual deity – a full sexual super human Jona could not resist.

  Jona had no problem giving in easily to his mouth, his hands and then his body as she slid slowly down on his thick long shaft until her Venus touched his groin. The air seemed easier to breath and every inch felt like electricity flowing through her skin. It didn’t take long for James to put his hand on her hips and began to lift her.

  Jona groaned, but then gasped as he moved her back over his manhood. Yes! He wanted her body just as much as she wanted hers and his passionate kisses and hands clearly showed her he did.

  When Jona figured out she would have to use his body to bring herself to another culmination, it did not take long to take control. James was still letting her be the leader of this orgasmic feast where he was the ringleader, but Jona had become his main performance.

  Controlling every stroke inside of her, moving faster and faster didn’t keep back James for long. Soon he was taking control, gripping her hips and showing her how to bring them both to fruition.

  "Sweet Jesus, woman," James growled as his body stiffened under her and he rocked his hips upward.

  A warm gush could be felt between her legs and Jona was no stranger to what was happening to him as well, which made her feel so powerful. This man had a weakness - her.

  Jona could feel her nails tearing up his back and wanted to apologize, but couldn't because she was enveloped by the tormenting sexual bliss. Her insides felt outside and her consciousness had shut down to open up to the purest pleasure she had ever experienced.

  James wasn't done though. Regaining his equilibrium first, he grinded his body against her, pulling her hips tight over his groin. His firm hand held her back as he slid out of the chair and laid her on the floor all the while never missing a stroke and planting kisses over her cheek, neck and chest. Jona just enjoyed the ride as he kept her body fully aroused varying strokes from hard to rough. With his long lean torso he was able to maneuver kissing her and moving his hips, so his shaft continued its journey to bring her back to ecstasy, but this one was different.

  Not as quick as the last one. Matter of fact, Jona knew he was teasing her making her almost come, but deliberately slowing his stroke just before her peak until she found herself begging him.

  "Please James. Please don't stop." She kissed him, touched him and grinded her own hips to show she was giving her acquiesce. Her body had long since surrendered, now her mind and heart were giving him everything he wanted until tears were falling from her eyes in frustration.

  Holding her close, he kissed away her tears and whispered, "I will give you anything you desire, Hope. Anything."

  At that moment the floodgates of fulfillment were released between her legs and all she could do was hold onto him with screams of appreciation reverberating from her mouth.

  There was a brief moment when Jona didn't really know if she was even in reality and she yielded to James love making completely giving her incredible happiness from her ends of her hair to the tips of her toenails.

  Confusion was very prominent in her mind once she returned to reality because she wanted to know where she had gone wrong in believing sex was just not something she should enjoy. Most times sex had been thought of as a means to an end. On the streets she learned giving her body to a man was either to have a baby or payment for room, board and food. She had seen women sell their bodies for a sandwich or a bottle of alcohol.

  Yet never had she known anyone having sex for pleasure. The very idea seemed foreign.

  "That frown doesn't feel like I've pleasured you, Hope," James said with worried disappointment in his eyes after rising slightly more to look down at her.

  Blushing, Jona had almost forgotten he was still lying above her watching her react.

  "It's not you," she said.

  "But you're thinking something damn serious," James noted.

  Shrugging Jona didn't know if she should discuss what she was thinking. She wished there were a set of rules laid out for people, but if they were written Jona wouldn't be able to read anyway.

  James slowly moved away from her and Jona didn't realize why until she felt his softened shaft dislodge from her. Arching her back from the sensual sensation Jona couldn't think of much for those long seconds, but that just gave James the opportunity to sit her up with her thighs over his and his arm supporting her back. He wanted to talk and he wanted her to understand she had his full attention.

  It took her a brief moment to think about what she was going to say, but pushed her shyness away to question him. "How did you do that?" was her most prominent question for him.

  James threw his head back and laughed and then kissed her as if he were rewarding her. "Before I can answer that question can I ask what was good about it to you?"

  Excitedly she said, "Everything! Really James," she insisted when he laughed again. "I didn't know about the mouth thing and then you made me want it so bad. I've never ever wanted it before."

  He looked a little bothered. "Never Hope? What about a crush or when you found a man attractive? Didn't you have some attraction to some guy that made you wonder what his lips tasted like." He briefly kissed her.
"Or his skin felt like?" He caressed her shoulders and face before kissing her again.

  Jona almost forgot her question and couldn't speak, but was able to shake her head.

  "What about the guy you lived with?" he questioned looking a little bit more bothered.

  Simply she explained, "That was a means to an end, James. I served him."

  Perturbed he said, "Slavery was abolished a very long time ago, Hope. You were forced to make a hard choice and he took advantage of your situation. Any man who uses his assets to keep a woman is not a man."

  She frowned, "But isn't that your point? Isn't that why you show me all you have today? To entice me to stay?"

  He shook his head. "I showed you all this to let you know what I have, you can have without any strings attached."

  "In return, you want my body."

  "I'm not going to lie, Hope. Now that I've had a taste of your luscious body, I'd give my wealth over to keep you, but I would not be happy if you stayed here because you felt you had no other choice. I'm still giving you the reward that I promise and once the cops don't need you to stay close anymore, you will have a choice to do as you please."

  "That means I could leave and never be with you any more, right?"

  He grimaced, yet nodded. "I wouldn't want you to, but yes, you can."

  Jona took a deep breath because she could have said something about Monica now and then he would have helped, but then she'd have to let him know about the past and why that case meant so much. Jona didn't want him to get involved. There was too much pain and sorrow. Biting her lip, she took another deep breath. She could tell her imprisonment was a sore subject for him, but then if she told him about the past, that could cause more upset for him. Going back to her original subject, she said, "The only thing I've ever wanted more was food, good health and a secure warm place to stay the night. Those were necessities. What you did with me is not, so that is why I'm confused. What's horrible is that I want more!