"Guess you're just going to have to keep reminding me," said Emmett between tastes of Rosalie's mouth. He wondered for a moment how many hundreds of thousands, maybe even a million, times they had kissed, and loved the fact that he would never get tired of them. As soon as Rosalie dropped the bikini top, his hands were on her breasts immediately, alternating firm grip with soft caresses.
He laughed in surprise and delight as Rosalie made short work of his pants, leaving him naked and gleaming like a diamond in the sun. Emmett's eyes narrowed when she reached for him. Her hand wasn't warm on his cock, but she was gripping it hard and letting her thumb flick just under the head with each stroke, just the way Emmett liked it. He grinned at his wife.
"Yes, dear," he said, then scooped Rosalie up again. Instead of the careful carry over the threshold, this was nearly a wrestling move, with the deceptively slight woman landing hard on the cast-iron patio table, bending it under her ass with the impact. Emmett tore away her bikini bottoms like they were made of tissue, exposing her glittering pussy. Immediately, he crouched down and slid his tongue over her.