While alone in her apartment, Eliza remembered the first time she invited William to stay the night. It was in the middle of summer, and after a long day of a heatwave they finally found cool in the night air. After she guided him up the many flights of stairs to her apartment, she sat him down at her kitchen table right beside a window.

Together they people watched for a moment while she boiled water for him. Of course, his only reasoning for coming upstairs was to have a cup of tea. That's the only respectable reason a gentleman would visit a lady's home at that time of night.

Eliza brought he metal kettle over to where William sat at the small kitchen table. She poured the tea into his cup. Then, she set down the kettle and leaned on the table. She sat in such a way where one thigh was lifted, and the table accentuated her ass just right.

"Thank you for the tea, Eliza." William said as he slowly took a sip. Although the cup was to his lips, he couldn't keep his eyes off of her. She noticed his staring.

"You sure you don't mind my getting comfortable?" Eliza asked with a smirk. She wore a romper that only covered the essential parts of her body, and it had a low neckline that was covered in lace. Over it she wore a kimono robe.

"I don't mind at all." William told her, and just by the look in his eyes Eliza knew what was coming next.

Slowly she let the robe fall off her shoulders, revealing her back. William reached out and touched the small of her back, and slowly the tips of his fingers ran up to her shoulder blades. Eliza shut her eyes as she exhaled, her head slightly tilting back.

But then fear ran through her, and she quickly stood up from her place on the table. She lifted her kimono to cover her shoulders once again, closing it.

She wanted to allow him to take her, but fear struck in her. It was unlike her to feel that way. She'd had lovers before and gone were her days of chastity. But still, something was fresh about him. Something particularly dangerous. He wasn't just a man, but a gangster. He belonged to something bigger, more powerful than any man she'd been with before. And so if that line were to be crossed, Eliza knew there was no going back.

Eliza looked over her shoulder back at him, and he didn't seem phased. To William, women were just as onions. You just needed to peel each layer back. His calm in the moment frightened her, it displayed how experienced he truly was. She could only imagine the amount of girls he'd had before her.

Her eyes met his, and that was it. There was something in his blue eyes that caused all of her doubts to subside. Like an oyster he'd cracked her, and now her insides were up for him to devour. He'd suck in every taste of her, and he started his consumption with his eyes.

She walked over to him, unsure of what he'd do. His next course of action was to brush her kimono off her shoulders. Next came her romper, which fell at her hips and became shorts. Her brown nipples were before him, and caused him to salivate at the sight of them. His large hand pressed to her stomach, and curved around her waist until it reached her back. His lips wrapped around one nipple, sucking and licking the area. Then lightly, he blew on it, causing a sensation of bliss to spread across her breast. Then he lightly flicked her other nipple with his tongue.

After licking up the center of her stomach, his eyes met hers. "You're beautiful, Eliza." He said in a soft, welcoming tone. "So beautiful."

He stood up from his seat and took his tea cup. Then he held it up to her lips. Looking into his eyes, she drank it. Almost as though them sharing from the same drink would combine them. Make them one. Then he placed the tea on the kitchen counter.

Once he returned to Eliza, she gasped as she was sudden lifted to sit on the table. He calmly pulled down her shorts. She leaned back and rested onto her elbows. Right when the romper came over her knees, she closed her legs. Almost as though she were hiding from him. But inside, she wanted him to have her. She wanted him to touch every part of her.

He cupped the back of her knees and pulled. In one swift motion, scooted closer to him on the table. Her legs now wrapped around his waist. She was ready for him to put himself inside of her, one way or another. But he did the opposite. Instead, he pressed her legs up so that they bent up, her thighs pressing against her stomach, her knees pressed to her breasts.

This position revealed her pussy to him. And his cock throbbed at the sight of it. She could see the desire in his eyes, and it caused her to become especially wet. So much so, her wetness dripped down and ticked around her asshole. Then quickly, he leaned down and licked up her pussy. His tongue roamed up and down the area, paying special attention to her clitoris.

Her moans were soft yet vocal at the same time. They came out smoothly, one would think she was performing. Lights in apartments across the courtyard of her building began to turn on. People watched as William continued licking her, as though she was the most delicious thing he'd ever tasted.

He rose up and began unbuckling his pants. She looked out the window at their admirers. And she began to moan as she fondled her breasts in anticipation of his cock to come out. It sprung up, swollen with veins and passion. She opened her legs more to let him in.

He leaned forward, keeping his body up by his hands on the table. Slowly he inserted his head into her. Lightly he rocked in and out, each time going deeper inside of her. With each thrust she moaned louder, and when she felt his whole length the feelings were indescribable.

He pounded her, not hard but just enough to feel good to her. His motions and rhythm aligned with how her pussy clenched around him. How she squeezed to keep him in her. His thumb lightly ran over her asshole at particular moments of their making love. Until finally he pulled out and finished himself. Eliza smiled at the warm substance on her leg, swooping it with her finger and sucking it off.

The scream of the tea kettle took Eliza out of her memory. She realized she had been staring out of her kitchen window at the apartments across the way, where most had their curtains drawn or the lights out. Walking to her kitchen, she let go of her reminiscence as she poured the tea. She swiped the inside of her upper thigh, and felt the wetness between her fingertips. Then with a sigh, took her tea cup and sat at her table. She finished the cup alone.