Mirza was wiggling. He couldn't help it. All he wanted was for Shae to take him, fuck him till he screamed. He stilled a little at the feel of Shae's hands and Mirza bit his bottom lip. There was no way he could possibly be relaxed but he breathed deeply, readying himself for the inevitable joining and wondering how long Shae would make him wait.
Not long. He cried out softly with the sudden joining of their bodies, baring down on the press of his lover's length which strangely made it easier to take. It felt so good to be so filled and he desperately desired to have free hands to be touching himself, touching Shae, touching anything but the headboard but that had been his idea hadn't it?
Shae did not have to fight for a wider space; Mirza's legs spread quite willingly as much as he could manage without losing the nice angle they had going. Another pleasured cry, sharper than before, escaped him as he thrust his rear back against Shae's forward moving body. "More," he begged, whimpered even, "God more!"