Edward might be the fastest runner in the family, but Emmett was the strongest. And Rosalie would take strong over fast any day.
Especially when he was throwing her into the furniture the way that he was right then. She landed on the mahogany table and was surprised that the wood withstood Emmett's "attack", then wriggled against his cock as he teased her with it. When he did nothing at first, Rosalie was ready to punch him.
Then her husband flipped her over and the table cracked again. As soon as he was inside her, her arms reached out above her head and grabbed the table, pulling chunks of wood out as she hung on. It wasn't because of how he felt inside her, and she was pretty oblivious to the chandelier threatening to fall on them or the chairs falling to the floor.
It was because Emmett was somehow in that moment, also the fastest in the family. His cock slid in and out of her so hard and quickly that she screamed his name when she came again, leaving hand-sized imprints on the table as she flung bits and pieces of the wood everywhere while her muscles began squeezing his cock harder than they had while they'd been outside.
"Fuck..."
She hardly ever swore. She prided herself on that. But she knew that Emmett was behind her, quite proud of himself, for getting her to say that.