The offer (18+)

"I have a proposal," I said, my hands clammy. He cocked his eyebrow as his eyes raked down my frame, lingering on my breasts for a bit longer.
"Come in." He replied.
The apartment looked like it had five years ago, except for the lack of majority of the photos on the front wall.
"So, what kind of a proposal do you have for me, Evanna?" My toes curled when he said my name and a shiver went down my spine- it felt that good hearing it rolling off of his tongue.
I didn't know how to start this conversation- they hadn't taught this in any of the public speaking classes.
"Evanna?" His voice was thick with sleep- all the more deep and sexier. His state of half nakedness wasn't helping either. In grey pyjama pants with the drawstrings hanging out, I could make out the shape of his semi erect cock and it made my mind wander off to dark, dark places.
"Evanna, for Christ's sake, just tell me what it is!"
"I want to have sex with you!" The moment it slipped out of my mouth, I regretted even having a mouth. I could feel heat rising up my neck and colouring my already flamed cheeks.
"What?" his emotionless tone made the doubts reappear; maybe I shouldn't have come after all.
"I want to have sex with you," I said again, in a bold voice, keeping my head high despite the fact that my face was flush with embarrassment. I was a thirty- two year old woman who hadn't had one orgasm in the past five years that wasn't self Induced and that was a good enough reason to knock on my ex- husband's door at midnight wearing the sluttiest dress I had- which the said husband had brought for me- so I was past caring; ego and self respect were definitely not bringing me the much needed pleasure.
"I want you to fuc'k me, Kade," I said, my voice taking a huskier tone, "I want you to f'uck me till I see the fuck'ing stars."
For a moment he just stood there, staring at me. Somewhere in the night, a cat mewed.
"Stars?"he growled, "Come here, Eva, and I'll show you the motherfucki'ng universe."