She fingered the lights, off, and then pushed him against the wall. Out of character, but the tremble in her arms made this moment different.  His keys fell from his hands but the only thing he noticed was her. She nipped at his bottom lip, fingertips stroking his face, grasping at him to follow her smile as she walked backwards down the hallway, deeper into the darkness, and her warmth. 
And he weaved his fingers into her soft hair and allowed her to be her.  Needy and bossy and obsessed - desperate for the only fix she ever craved. Halfway down the hall, she slammed him back first into the wall again, harder than before — a frame fell off the wall in the front room, shattering. She pawed at his chest under his button up shirt.  He laughed as she  devoured his kiss once more and then bit down his neck; the groans he breathed out into the night flinched sharply as her teeth his flesh for the giggle. His buckle shimmered in the moonlight seeping in from somewhere outside as she tugged at the leather strap of his belt. Her body quivering. 
She ran her fingers up and back down the front of his chest, back down to his waist, and unclasped his belt, plucking it from the loops with a single sliding pull. Feverishly, she tore his pants open and moved them, along with his boxers, down just enough to reveal his smug erection. With both palms on his board shoulders, she smirked at him, kissed him once more, a little softer than before enjoying the taste of love, and squatted down before him. 
He held his massive cock in his hand, stroking it as he presented it to her. She swatted his hand away. “No,” she snarled. “Don’t touch. That’s mine until I’m done with it.” She picked his belt up from the floor and wrapped it around his wrists, binding his hands behind his back.  Her prize captured. 
“You will touch me when I say so,” she said and kissed the corner of his sweet lips.