There were times that the sound of two hard surfaces scraping across each other could be painful, Emmett knew, wondering if humans knew how much worse nails on a chalkboard were for vampires' hearing. But when Rosalie's steel-strong fingers began to furrow and crack the marble countertop, it was music to his ears. Emmett's hips thrust forward in a blur, pounding him against her ass. His cock sawed in and out of her at a breakneck pace, and still her pussy grabbed at him tightly.
His wide, strong hands gripped her slim hips for leverage as he fucked her. Rosalie's demand brought another grin to his lips. It took Emmett a moment to decide on how to give his wife what she was asking for. Thankful for his height, he leaned forward, stretching out over Rosalie's back until his hands clasped the far end of the counter. Rosalie's body was pinned under his and against the ruined marble, and he could now use the entire counter for leverage.
Emmett's renewed slamming was even deeper and harder than before. Rosalie's pussy sent shivers through his body. A few moments in, though, he could feel the whole lower cabinet beginning to pull away from the wall. He laughed. "Hope you weren't looking forward to making breakfast, baby," he shouted just as the wooden frame tore off its underpinnings and disintegrated beneath them, cracking into splinters and chunks of marble.
Without the support of the counter and off-balance, Emmett and Rosalie crashed to the floor, her still under him and his cock still firmly lodged in her pussy.