As a vampire, Emmett really didn't feel heat and cold in quite the same way as a human, but the worst kind of cold he knew was the one that happened when he was inside of Rosalie one moment, and then out of her the next. The air hit his soaked cock and nearly made him shiver. He would have made a disappointed noise, but then Rosalie treated him to a view of her walking away, naked and still in her heels. It was more than enough to make him forget anything even resembling discomfort.
Pushing himself up, Emmett brushed off a few stray splinters and followed his wife into the bedroom. He licked his lips at the sight of Rosalie writhing around, swinging her body into whatever position she was intending. When her hand took hold of her breast, he joined her on the thick mattress. "Definitely," he said, slipping in behind her.
He pressed the tip of his steel-hard cock against Rosalie's entrance and slid home easily. "Aww, fuck yeah," he groaned. "I'd never pull out of your pussy if I didn't have to, baby." As if to demonstrate, Emmett lifted one leg and planted his foot on the bed. It gave him the leverage to start another hammering set of thrusts into Rosalie. His free hand slid up her back and his fingers began to weave their way into her hair.