Serena leant a few things about her husband. 

The first was that Earl was prone to touch; handsy as a few would say. 

His hands lingered on Serena more often than not; a stolen kiss, a furtive caress then and there. 

Earl was always near and within reach. The second was that Earl liked sex after sleeping; morning sex, sex after a nap, it was all good by Earl’s standards. 

He liked how slow and lazy it was. He would pin Serena to the mattress and prevent the omega from escaping his touch.

“My love,” Serena moaned; a breathy begging sound.

 She felt a large girth breach her intimacy. Earl...