He laughed and whooped appreciatively as Rosalie changed positions on him without ever letting him out of her pussy, giving him a perfect view of her shapely ass, bounding up and down on his shaft. Only a vampire could have done something like that, he was sure. Human porn stars would've killed to pull off that kind of move. And she was all his. Emmett reached his hands up and laced them behind his head, watching the show.
Rosalie's question tore his attention away for a moment. Emmett twisted his head around, noticing the door into the kitchen. That was an easy choice, considering it was one of the least useful rooms in the place. "We could always just turn up the heat," he said, chuckling and pointing in the direction of the kitchen.
Deciding not to wait, Emmett reached under Rosalie again and picked her up. He hated pulling out, but he didn't think his wife would appreciate trying to wheelbarrow her way across the floor. Turning her around in his arms so they could kiss, Emmett carried her into the kitchen and deposited her on the marble counter. "So, how do you want it? Sunny side up, or over easy?"