If there were someone standing outside their lodge, the action in the bedroom probably sounded more like a jackhammer than two people having sex, but then again, they weren't exactly people. Emmett wondered idly, trying to remember if fucking had ever felt this good or been this fun when he was human, but he was positive the answer would be "no". Rosalie's smile and dirty talk did their magic on him again, and the whole bed shook and creaked with every frantic thrust.
The wooden post snapped away from the bed, a toothpick in Emmett's huge hands. Laughing, he flung the column over his shoulder, hearing it embed itself in the wall, like a straw driven through a plank by a windstorm. Emmett leaned down, planting his hands under Rosalie's arms. The position changed the angle of his cock. Now, the bed frame was absorbing downward force from him, too.
When Rosalie came, it set off the final countdown. Pressure built behind his cock, and Emmett leaned down even more to crush his wife's mouth with a kiss. "Gonna come, angel... come in your pussy..." The bed gave way first, cracking down the middle. Emmett's thrusts never broke rhythm, his cock sliding home again and again until he bellowed, swelling and pulsing and spilling inside of her.