Once they finished cleaning up, he laid down on his back and pulled a sheet over his smooth, white body. He patted the bed next to him, and Lisa raised an eyebrow, asking "Are you sure?"
"Yeah, love, come snuggle with me." So she hopped up next to him and climbed under the covers. She snuggled up to his side, head on his shoulder, one leg hooked over his, and her hand on his chest. She traced circles on his skin, making goosebumps raise across his chest and making him grin. "Oy! That tickles!" he said. She smiled at him and laid her palm flat on his chest.
"So why me?" she asked, knowing it was a very insecure thing to be asking.
"Why not? Sheamus replied. "It's always nice to catch a lovely lady's eye in a match, and then to run into yeh later, all by yerself in an Irish pub? Well that jest seems like fate, dasn't it?"
Lisa smiled and sighed. "I just don't want to seem like a groupie or something. It was my first live show, I'm so new to the whole thing, and for this to happen? It's kind of crazy!"
"Yeh, I kin see how you might feel that way, love, but try not to sweat it. I don't think of yeh as a groupie atall. Jest a nice lady that I met tonight while havin' a beer."
Lisa felt herself drifting off, and started a bit, raising her head. "I can go, I know you probably have to leave really early, and I don't want to overstay my welcome."
"Naw lass, my plane leaves at dinnertime tomorrow, and I don't have to leave here until three. Yeh kin stay with me the night, if yeh'd want to. I'd like if yeh did," said Sheamus, with a shy smile.
"As long as you're sure. I don't work tomorrow, so I'll gladly stay." She curled back into Sheamus and marveled at how safe she felt next to this enormous man. He was kind, gentle when he wanted to be, and fun to talk to. Not really what she had expected from a pro wrestler, to be quite honest.
He stroked her hair and her shoulder as she drifted off to sleep. She awoke to the sun shining through the curtains, and stretched like a cat. She had rolled over sometime in the night, and turned back to face him. Sheamus was still asleep, flat on his back with his mouth open, breathing soft, little snores. Totally not what Lisa expected from such a large, burly man, and she watched him for a minute. She smiled slightly, and curled up to his side again. He still smelled amazing. Because they were only covered up by a sheet, she could see the soft outline of his body, and glanced down, where she could see his cock clearly outlined. She bit her lip as a tingle ran through her body again. It had been a long time since she'd been so horny for so long - he just did something to her. She tentatively reached out her hand and ever so gently stroked his cock through the sheet. It twitched as soon as she made contact with it. She glanced up, and he was still asleep. She moved her hand under the sheet then, and slowly, gently, wrapped her hand around his sock, stroking softly and slowly. Sheamus was still asleep, so she pulled the sheet back, down to their knees, and she got down beside him and took his cock into her mouth, still so gently, so slowly. She used lots of spit and just wound her tongue around and around the head. His cock was rock-hard, and she heard his breathing change. He mumbled, "What's this then? Ohhhh lass, what a way to wake up, this is goin' ta be a good day." He sat up and ran his hands through her hair, then guided her by her shoulder so she stopped licking him, and came up to his side. "Kiss me, I miss yer mouth," he said.
"Mmm! Not until I brush my teeth, this isn't a movie!" she said with a giggle.
"Good plan, come with me," and he leaped out of bed, big cock bouncing, and he leaned over and scooped her up, throwing her over his shoulder as she shrieked and pounded her hands on his back.
"Put me down!" she shouted. He walked over to the large bathroom and deposited her down on her feet again. He had a big smile on - one of the ones that makes your nose and eyes crinkle happily. She stole into the separate toilet area and said, "Sorry, gotta pee!" She could hear him chuckle and start the shower up. She finished and came back out. Sheamus went in, and had his morning pee. He came back out, and his cock was flaccid, first time she'd seen it like that. She said, "Um, I don't have a toothbrush."
He said, "Oh yes! The hotel has spares in that drawer there, help yourself!" She grabbed a plastic-wrapped toothbrush and used his cinnamon toothpaste. She blushed as she brushed her teeth, knowing that she was getting foam all over her mouth. She'd always been embarrassed about how messy she was - she'd always wanted to be able to brush her teeth like in the commercials, but ever since she was a kid, nope, foam everywhere like a rabid dog. She wiped her mouth on a towel sheepishly while Sheamus brushed his teeth. She hopped into the already steaming shower. It was the type with three or four showerheads in it, with a glassed-in door and beautiful grey and blue ceramic tile on the floor and walls. There was even a little bench on one side.