She couldn't help the smug feeling she had when not only did Emmett swear, but louder than he had in a long time. It was just another reason she loved him. He loved her, of course, but he just loved life and everything about it. She knew if it hadn't been for him, she wouldn't have enjoyed sex as much as she did.
Rosalie's fingernails ran up his legs and entwined themselves into his hands that were still holding her in place, and when she looked up at him, she knew he could see the smile there as she sucked harder on him. She knew that she'd never match his strength if he wanted to keep her there, so she pulled him down instead quickly, the table pretty much destroyed now, and as Emmett hit the ground with a large thunder sound, Rosalie slipped away from him, wiping her lips even though his hands were still tugging on her hair.
"Let go, Emmett, so I can climb on top of you and really make you swear." A sweet cat-ate-the-canary smile. "Unless you'd like to climb on top of me? I think there's some patio chairs behind us..."