Broken Hearts

Chapter 6*

The following morning, I woke to the smell of breakfast invading my senses. My mouth watered, and my stomach grumbled to get me up and going. Looking at the clock, it was 5:29. Rather than feeling robbed of my one minute of bliss, I moved to put my robe back on. For a moment, I argued with myself about putting real clothing on rather than having a rerun of last night, but my stomach won its protests.

Mrs. Murray had already been busy with getting things going as I could hear light music playing in the kitchen and the sound of something sizzling on the stove. Turning around the corner, my mouth dropped to the scene before me. There stood Justin in nothing but some black sweatpants. He was busy cooking and dancing to the beat of the music.

He was unlike anything I had ever seen before. His back was absolute perfection. I wanted to run my fingers along each curve. There was a large tattoo that took up most of his back. Never in my life have I been into tattooed men, but he was making it very difficult. The way his hips moved and swayed as he danced was seducing my mind and body. Feeling my cheeks heat again, but this time, that wasn't the only response my body was giving. My mind was screaming at me about turning around and leaving the room, but my body wanted to touch every inch of his.

I couldn't help, but stand there another minute or two before quietly exiting the room. As I headed back up the stairs, Mrs. Murray came walking by.

"Ma'am?"

"Yes Mrs. Murray?"

"If I may be so bold?" I nodded for her to go ahead. "That man in there is a real fine gentleman and has the body of a god. You keep your wits about you." She gave me a smile.

"Oh, I hadn't noticed." I lied.

She arched her brow at me, letting me know she wasn't buying it. "Ma'am, if I was not a happily married woman, I would have my way with him."

I felt that all too familiar blush warming my cheeks again. It was becoming a habit which wasn't a good thing.

"I am very happily married. He is here for protection." I was a bit short with her, but the last thing I needed right now was impure thoughts floating around in my mind.

She gave me a sad smile before walking down the hall.

Entering my room, I decided I needed to handle things myself. Stripping quickly, I jumped into the shower. The warm water coated my body as my mind continued to wander. As I began to wash myself, I coated my neck with soap, then moved down both of my arms, followed by moving down my chest. Ever so gently, my hand brushed my n****e and I couldn't help the electricity that shocked my body.

I could feel my body begging to be touched. It had been so long. I hated pleasuring myself as David always got mad about it, but it had been months. Maybe that is what I needed. I just needed to relieve myself and I wouldn't be such a mess around Justin. We could go about our business and my life would go back to somewhat normal. As normal as it was going to be with him around.

Washing the soap from my body, I slid my middle and ring finger down between my wet folds. Placing them perfectly around my hardened nub. Gently rubbing, I could feel my body heating up. Slowly increasing tempo as I felt my body responding. First I was thinking about what it used to be like for me and David. Having been a virgin when we married, I have only ever felt him in me. At first my body was responding to my thoughts of us, but then it started to wander.

Those eyes, Justin's eyes, staring back at me, watching me as he slid in and out of my wet folds. What would his moans sound like? The feeling of him entering me. What would it feel like? My mind wandered until I could feel my body preparing to c.um. A few more circles later, and I was cu.mming. My legs were shaking, and my knees were buckling beneath me. A loud moan escaped me as my core pulsed. Using my other hand, I slapped it over my mouth. That was something I have never been good at, is being quiet.

Washing myself off, I finished my shower and got out quickly. Wrapping the towel around my body, I allowed my hair to fall down to my shoulders as I took the clip out. The waves were lying perfectly on my shoulders and down my back. The towel was tightly wrapped around my body when I entered my room and began searching for clothes. A knock came at the door.

"Come in."

Without a thought, I moved to the closet to grab my bra. Slipping on my black lace thong, I tried getting my bra on. They were a matching set, but as always, I needed help. I hated stretching it out to put it part way on and then sliding it back around to hook it together. Walking out of the closet, I turned to face the wall and lifted my hair up while my other hand held up the bra.

"Mrs. Murray, can you please help me with the clasps?"

I stood there a moment or two waiting to feel her tighten her clasps. My irritation quickly grew as I didn't hear movement, and she wasn't helping. Turning around quickly, I found Justin standing there stunned. First, he looked as though he might have been in shock, but then his eyes started moving down my body. I was completely petrified. Rather than being able to say anything or even move, I stood there like a deer in the headlights. He kept going from shock... to something else. His eyes roamed my body. Drinking in each curve. Finally stopping at my eyes, he straightened himself and moved towards me with his hands up.

"Please turn around, and I will help if you would like."

Still in shock, I just turned around and held my hair up. I thought he was going to do it without saying anything, but he surprised me by speaking.