Dead Write Ch 08
This is a repost of an old romance story with a new edit. Chapter 8 Sherry’s orgasm bounced like a skipping stone, one diminishing peak after another, and then the final splash. Her overloaded senses didn’t identify the moisture on her face, until a drop fell on her lips. Reawakened taste buds recognized the saltiness of a tear. Sam hid his face in the pillow, and said, ‘Thank you.’ Unsure of what happened, she hugged him, and crossed her legs over his back to hold him as close as humanly...