Rosalie couldn't help but feel a tad smug herself, knowing that she'd gotten to Emmett. But when he'd pouted like a poor little boy who'd lost his puppy, she almost gave in.
Almost.
Once the couch's frame was gone and Emmett had sworn as loudly as possible again, she held his head in her hands as he sucked on her breasts. "Yesssss....." He knew just what she liked and wanted, but then again, they'd had decades of practice at it. Her favorite one had been when Esme had built a grand home just for the two of them so they would stop making such noise and breaking the family house.
She saw the dining table out of the corner of her eye and got an idea, though. "Shhhh..." Rosalie slowed her movements and then kissed Emmett, rising off his cock and tugging him up so that he would stand. She looked over at the table, looked back at him, and raised an eyebrow without saying a word.
Then she took her hand and touched herself, the wetness there covering her fingers as she plunged them inside Emmett's mouth before she started walking backwards to the table.