A couple of months later...
Lisa stands nervously at the Arrivals gate in the Toronto airport. She bites her nails like crazy. She's wearing torn blue jeans, her old standby Vans sneakers, and a men's hoodie, sleeves too long, but it zipped up over her ever-growing belly, and it was one of Sheamus' old ones, with the Liverpool football logo on it. He'd sent it to her in the mail when she started complaining one night that nothing fit her any more.
The Arrivals door opens, and Sheamus comes through, corduroy coat, jeans, and a flat cap to try and hide himself a little bit. Lisa ran into his arms and he scooped her up and kissed her hard on the mouth. He put her down, stood back at arms length, and said, "Goodness darlin', lookit yeh! Yeh look like yer smugglin' a basketball in there!"
"I know!" Lisa said animatedly. "It just keeps growing and growing! I can't believe I still have three months to go, I feel so huge!"
"Yer not that big, love, I'm just takin' the piss a wee bit. It suits yeh, yeh look healthy and happy."
"I feel good, finally! The puking has slowed down a little bit."
On their way out of the airport, Sheamus was recognized by a small boy, who happily took a selfie with a smiling Sheamus. They hopped in Lisa's truck and she drove them back to her town. She pulled up to her house, small but very clean. "I'm sorry it's so little! Nothing like yours!"
"Meh, lass, it's perfect, I'm sure."
"I'm putting it on the market this week, so it's looking pretty spartan!"
Lisa took Sheamus inside, and shyly showed him around her small house. It was a tiny bungalow, but had a great kitchen and a large garage, which were definitely her two selling points. That's why she bought it. Sheamus stopped her midway through the tour, and grabbed her hand. "Love, I don't mean teh stop yeh, but there's somethin' I need teh do here." She looked up at him, smiling, and he kissed her right on the mouth. "I've missed yeh so much," he mumbled against her lips. Lisa made an affirmative noise, and kissed him back, hard. His tongue was hot, his breath was sweet, and they kissed and grabbed their way to the bedroom. Lisa fell backwards on to her king sized mattress, and Sheamus jumped on the bed, straddling her legs. He had such a hunger in his eyes, she looked up at him and saw it, and it instantly made her panties wet. She mewled like a kitten, and unzipped her sweater. Underneath, she wore a white tank top and under that, a black bra. He sat her up and pulled her tank top off. He cupped her breasts through her bra. She sighed softly. "These're gettin' big, love!" She nodded and reached forward to pull Sheamus's shirt, jacket, and hat off. She bit her lip and ran her hands over his chest and stomach. She glanced down to see his cock, already straining against his jeans. He reached behind her and unhooked her bra, freeing her swollen, ripe tits. He cupped them in his hands, and she moaned with her eyes closed. They were so sensitive now, the slightest touch sent shivers all the way through her.
He stood up and unbuttoned her jeans, pulling them down and casting them aside. He unbuttoned his own, and pulled them down and off. His cock strained against the smooth fabric of his boxer briefs. He rid himself of them as well, and Lisa let out a squeak as his thick, hard cock bounced free. He crawled back on top of her, spreading her legs apart. He leaned down and licked her shaved, smooth pussy. He twined his tongue around her clit and rubbed her slit with his fingers. He could feel her getting wet and slick. He placed two fingers inside her and started to thrust them in and out. Her hot, wet pussy clenched around his fingers. He could feel her thigh muscles twitching with each stroke of his tongue and fingers. He loved the way she tasted. He lapped at her pussy and licked her juices up, loving every second. She grabbed the back of his head and pulled his face up to her. She jammed her tongue in his mouth, tasting herself, which turned her on even more. She pressed her hips up to him, feeling the throbbing of his cock against her stomach. She felt like her belly was in the way, so she turned over and presented herself on hands and knees. She thrust her ass up in the air, and he leaned over and licked from her clit, right up to her tight, pink asshole. She moaned loudly and he knelt. He slid the head of his cock up and down her slit, stopping to jiggle it against her clit while he watched her thighs twitch and heard her gasp. He slid his cock into her hot, wet pussy. He inched it in slowly, causing her to gasp and push back against him until she was full, and had most of his cock buried inside her. He clutched her hips, her soft, round hips, and began to pull her back into him with each thrust. He moaned and clenched his eyes shut. She squeaked and mewled and clutched her tits as they bounced every time he thrust into her. They went on for some time, until he gasped, "I'm goin' teh cum, lass! Oh god!"
"Me too, don't stop don't stop don't stop!" He pounded her pussy even harder, until she screamed out and bit the pillowcase. She pulled back and ripped the case with her teeth. Her pussy clenched and unclenched as it spurted out gush after gush of hot juices. He let out a massive roar and thrust into her hard and fast. She felt his cock throb inside her and he filled her up with jet after jet of hot semen. She could feel it inside her. He made one more massive thrust and collapsed on her. She rolled to the side and his softening cock slid out of her, allowing his hot cum to run down her leg. He fell on the bed beside her, and she curled up into his shoulder, closing her eyes with a smile. "I'm so glad you came to see me."
"Me too, love, me too," Sheamus said in a sleepy, drowsing voice. They fell into a comfortable sleep, Lisa eventually reaching down to cover them both with a soft, fluffy fleece blanket. They dozed until well after dinnertime, and Sheamus woke up to Lisa in the shower. He joined her to get cleaned up, and they spent the rest of the evening watching movies and eating delivery pizza while laughing and talking.