"Yeah..." Emmett hissed, loving the sound of his wife talking dirty back to him. What was it that made it even hotter to hear those words coming out of the mouth of a beautiful woman, he wondered. One of Carlisle's psychology textbooks would probably have a few things to say on the matter, but all Emmett really cared about was making Rosalie say them as often as he could.
When Rosalie came, he whooped, loving the fact that he was making her feel that good. And the way she clamped down around his cock like a vise didn't hurt things, either. He watched as she turned the wooden column into kindling and laughed. "And... next!" he called out, scooping an arm under Rosalie's belly and moving her with his preternatural speed to the other corner of the bed, turning his wife over in the process.
Cock still lodged inside of her, Emmett looked down at Rosalie, sprawled and spread in front of him and grinned. "Most beautiful fucking thing I've ever seen," he said before planting his foot again and grasping the closest wooden poster for balance. Emmett's body went to work again, thrusting him hard into Rosalie's pussy, hitting her in a new spot. It wasn't long before he felt pressure of his own, building in his belly. "Getting close, babe..."