Done Right: A Spicy Novella (She Teaches Him Book 1)

My breath comes out quickly as I do my best to catch it. That was like nothing I have experienced in my whole fucking life. I need to remember to send apology notes to the guys Emma has fucked before because I’m sorry they didn’t get to experience what I just experienced. Everyone else in the world is missing out, and I think they should know.

I roll off of Emma, getting up quickly to dispose of the condom before returning. I’m not exactly sure what we are supposed to do now. Usually, with women, sex is a one-time thing. We both get what we want and then we move on. The problem is that I’m not so sure that’s what I want right now. I don’t want to just move on after this. This felt oddly bonding and I don’t want to just walk away. I’m not sure how Emma feels, but I’m hoping she feels the same.

I lie down next to her, both of us still catching our breath. I lie on my side and prop my head on my elbow, just so I can stare at her for a few seconds. I reach out and move a few hairs out of her face, admiring her. She is just so fucking beautiful. Unlike anyone I have ever been around.

Her skin has a sheen to it, making her glow. Her red hair is a little bit of a mess, but in a I-just-got-fucked kind of way. Her brown eyes stare into mine, soaking in the moment.

“Do you feel like a new man?” Emma jokes, breaking the tension. I’m thankful she spoke first. I’m worried I’m going to say things that could freak her out. I’m worried she has different expectations for this than I do, and I’m going to be disappointed.

“Absolutely,” I say with a smile, leaning in to give her a peck on the lips. I do it without thinking, pulling back after, and realizing maybe kissing is off the table now. “What do we do now?” I ask suddenly, needing answers to the questions filling my head.

“Well, I—” she starts, looking into my eyes like she has lost her voice. She closes her mouth and tries again. “What do you want to do?” she asks, breathlessly.

I give myself a second to think about her question. It feels weird to go into dating after having sex, but also I can’t imagine walking away from this right now. I can’t imagine walking away from someone I have opened up to so much. I can’t imagine walking away from some I feel so comfortable opening up to like this.

“Do you want to grab coffee tomorrow?” I ask, hoping she feels the same way I do. I don’t know the proper etiquette in times like this, but all I can do is be as truthful as possible and hope it doesn’t kick me in the ass.

“I thought you’d never ask,” she replies, a smile playing on her lips.