The tile of the floor cracked once they both hit the ground, and Rosalie got a gleam in her eyes as she pushed her husband off and out of her pussy. "Wasn't counting on it, baby," she told him as she smiled once Emmett started laughing. She wandered away from him casually, as if it wasn't killing every inch of her to not have him inside her, and ended up in the bedroom.
The music was still playing from the living room as she crawled onto the bed and turned around, legs spread out, as she grasped one of the columns of the four poster bed. "I think," she continued, "that this bed has too many columns on it. What do you think, Emmett?"
Rosalie wriggled on the bed, her heels still on of course, as one hand slid to her breast and squeezed it for her husband to see.