Rosalie pretended to be shocked by Emmett's spank, but they both knew better. It was just a show she always put on, partially for herself. She really couldn't help it if it felt good, after all.
And then, her look changed to one of triumph. Finally, she thought to herself as he swore -- more than once -- and her lips curled into a half-smirk. Of course, Rosalie didn't have time to really appreciate her husband's words and "compliment" because his cock slipped into her easily and she had to hold onto the marble counter for support as he started fucking her again.
Her breasts were flattened against the counter, but she was able to push her ass backwards slightly to meet each of his thrusts. Not much, of course, which was the entire point. "Same for you," she managed, before her fingers slid down the marble leaving long tracks and instead of a moan, her voice let out a sound that was completely inhuman.