Emmett looked up at her with a confused, almost pained expression when Rosalie's pace slowed to a stop. "Huh? What--" She was going to drive him nuts if she kept this up, and Rosalie wasn't the only one around who could get riled up about things. Still, he followed her lead as she pulled him up onto his feet.
Finally, he noticed where her attention had turned. The massive dining room table was one of the most solidly-built pieces in the whole house, and almost definitely would survive a hurricane, like advertised. Emmett's smile returned when he caught on. It widened even more as he watched Rosalie's fingers dip into her pussy before she slipped them into his mouth. Emmett sucked hard, licking them clean before following the sexy roll of her hips as she backed up into the table.
"So many choices," he said hungrily before leaning down to grab Rosalie's legs. He threw them up into the air, letting his wife land hard on the table with a solid crack. Emmett stepped closer, her calves on his shoulders and rubbed the head of his cock against her wetness for a second. His smile went even hungrier. "Oh, I know..."
Emmett lowered Rose's legs and flipped her until she was laying on her stomach, that firm ass he loved to watch pointing up at him. He wasted no time burying himself in her cunt and thrusting hard enough to shake the table, the chairs around it and the chandelier above.