Mm...I'm tired." Zayn's voice muffled by your skin. His lips deeply brushing against your inside thigh while both of his hand holding on your read.

His hair as mess as it could be. His white skin looking a bit to pale for now. Perhaps after work. He been missing you a lot, and the pressure coming from his father and the job itself taking toll on him.

It's become his daily routine since he married to you. He would come back with tired face of his, and then went straight to between of your legs. Burying his face between it. As if he found comfort on your glory area.

"So much thing happen...but you make it bearable.." he added. His slim finger running through your thick thigh while pushing hide face even deeper to the between of your legs. He wanted comfort and he find it in you.