"Happy Honeymoon, Mr. Cullen," she replied, not usually so sentimental but with all the ups and downs in their lives recently? Rosalie couldn't help but feel a little bit touched by Emmett's display.
Of course, once his hands starting touching hers, all semblance of teasing and "sweetness" began to vanish and her own arms began roaming her husband's body which was just about as perfect as hers. Muscles in all the right places, and abdomen to die for, and he was all hers. Forever.
She sighed at his touch, grinding herself against him, needing more, and then once his pants were down a little and she felt his cock, Rosalie smirked at him. "Not nearly enough, baby." Rosalie stood off his lap and yanked his pants off until they were torn into pieces, then she sat back down on his lap with a daring look.