Emmett would have laughed in victory if Rosalie hadn't been clamping down around his tongue and squeezing her thighs against his head so hard. Still, he wanted to crow when he heard her let the noise loose. They were a good mile or two from their closest neighbors, just as they'd wanted, but even those neighbors might be getting an earful. He loved making Rosalie come, and he hadn't gotten anything like that out of her in a long time. He didn't have long to celebrate, though, as Rosalie literally turned the table on him.
The already-bent iron table buckled under Emmett's being thrown into it, leaving him half-laying and half-sitting on a mangled heap of metal. It was still high enough, though, and gave him a hell of a view of his angel crawling towards him. "Ohhh, fuck, baby..." he growled, "come and get me."
"FUCK!" he bellowed as Rosalie's mouth engulfed his cock, and the patio doors shattered at the sound. He ran a hand through her golden silky hair as she pulled every trick she'd learned he loved since they'd met. "Fuck, Rose, you suck me so damn good..."
Tightening his fist, he pulled his wife's mouth back down over his shaft and began to buck his hips.