His hands found her ass again, gripping it tightly as she settled on the counter. Emmett really would never get tired of touching her-- any part of her. He grinned back at Rosalie. "I like to have things all kinds of ways, actually," he told his wife, before giving her a playful little swat. "But then again, you know that first hand."
Speaking of hands, though, Emmett watched and might have moaned just a little as Rosalie took hers and put on a little more of a show for him, dipping her fingers in her pussy and tasting herself. "Fucking hell, Rose," Emmett groaned, "that was fucking hot."
The counter was set at a perfect height for working, so Emmett went to work. Even with all the moving around, his cock hadn't softened a bit, so it was still rock hard as he pushed it against Rosalie's wet entrance. "Damn, baby... fuck..." he said, voice rough as the familiar almost-warm feeling of her pussy surrounded him, "don't ever let anyone say you don't know how to cook."