<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ccff99">Ayla gasped again, a little louder this time, as she squirmed against his touch, as though trying to move herself if he refused to move his hand. It didn’t take long for her to grow frustrated, as he moved himself along with her to keep her from getting what she wanted, her fingertips digging into his arm. She’d never been with a man who wasn’t content to let her take what she wanted, or to flat out refuse her demands for more. </span>