Lisa unfolded her legs and sat up beside him. They turned towards each other. Sheamus raised one of his large hands and touched Lisa's cheek. She bit her lip and looked up at him, eyes shining with want. They leaned into each other, and their lips met. Lisa couldn't help but think how soft his mouth was, especially for such a big, tough man. She could taste him, and he tasted like Guinness beer. He slipped his tongue into her mouth. She groaned ever so softly and pushed her mouth harder on to his. She slipped her tongue up against his, and they intertwined, moving slowly, tasting each other. Because he was so much taller, she had a hard time leaning up to meet his face. She got up on her knees, and swung her leg over so she was straddling him. She sat on his lap, and they continued kissing. Sheamus slid his hand up her sides, gripping her by the waist. He leaned back, sighing. She could feel his cock stirring as she sat on him. She stood up, and he reached out for her. "I'll be right back," she said softly. She went into the bathroom, and breathed deeply. "Get yourself together!" she told herself sharply. "He's just a guy. Just any guy!" She sniffed her armpits, just in case. She took a small inventory of his bathroom counter. Chanel Bleu. So that was that intoxicating cologne! Shampoo, hair gel, sunscreen, deodorant, the usual, nothing weird. She got undressed, down to her bra and panties. It was nothing special, this was the last thing she ever expected could happen, so she was just in a green pushup bra and black boyshort panties. Comfortable, cute, but definitely not sexy. She took one last breath, and walked out to him. Sheamus was still on the couch, right where she left him. He took a sharp breath in, and looked like something hurt. "Are you okay? Is this okay?" she asked.
"It's, it's just... Yer beautiful." he said. She thought he might have been full of it, but went to him anyway. He stood to meet her, and she pushed him gently back onto the couch. He looked a bit surprised, but went with it. She straddled him once more, and slid her hands up to push his flat cap off. He'd showered after the match, but didn't put his usual spiky gel back into his hair. His flaming red hair was flat to his head, and so, so soft, like the downy fluff of baby chickens. She ran her hands all through his hair, and let her mouth meet his again. Her crotch was right on his, and she could feel his cock insistently pushing against the fly of his jeans. They kissed and touched for awhile longer, and then he stood up, with Lisa still wrapped around his bulk, and carried her over to the bed. He laid her back on the pillow, and hopped over her, to bounce on the other side of the bed. Side by side, they kissed more. Sheamus ran his hand into the space between Lisa's breasts. Her nipples hardened immediately at his touch.
"Ummmm," she murmured.
"Is is ok?" he asked. She nodded, and he stroked his hand all the way down to her belly button, and a little bit past.
"It's been a long time for me," Lisa said.
"Me too," he replied.
"Suuuuure," she said. "All of those gorgeous women in the ring, around you all the time, come on now."
"Seriously, most days I'm just too tired. The Divas are friends - more like sisters than anything else." he responded. She put her hands under his shirt and he half-sat up, giving her enough room to pull his sweater over his head. His bulk amazed her. She'd never been with a guy this big, this tall, this wide, this thick. As he moved his hands on her torso, she watched in awe as his chest and arm muscles rippled and twitched.