Meant To Be | Lee Felix

his canvas | part 29

"Tsk tsk tsk, you're being too loud, I havent even started yet, Chae." 

He sits up at my foot. His canvas is ready and full open to be painted.  Getting up, he sets up a vinyl of the Stray Kids album I have. 
"Your parents dont mind you blasting Stray Kids in the middle of the night, right?" 
I chuckle, "Its a daily routine, they are used to it now." 

My heart returns to my body when he returns to the bed.
Never did Park Chae-ryo imagine getting fucked with Red Lights as a bgm.

"Hm, lemme teach you the types of strokes while painting..."
She gulps. Felix knows he is gonna have a tough time to stay dressed tonight.

Decision is to teach her painting, nothing else. His desire can wait. 

A brush meets her cleavage, burning hot on her skin.  
"This- is an angular brush...," slowly and sensually draws it downwards, tracing an entire path from her cleavage to belly, "used for angular stokes to easily cut through edges." 

Felix is a definitely a pro painter. Just right with the strokes, not to powerful but deep enought to leave imprints everywhere. 
Chae has started to despise all the canvases he has painted on before. 

"There's stencil brush too..." he gets a new one from the kit and starts to traces down her waist reaching for the pelvic girdle. 
A soft smile pulls on face- "Damn, I've always had a thing for the hip bone."

Every touch has started to tickle her now. A tickle filled with pleasure. 
"Go ahead, mark it yours."

Chae cant believe she said that for real. The innocence is gone, buried deep down, unreachable. 

Felix bites his lip and plants a small peck on the lining of the girdle where he is planning to mark his authority.
"Make it blue," Chae requests.
Chae's request, Felix's command. 
He dips the brush in blue and starts to make a tiny tattoo on the bone.  

In minutes, he is done.
In perfect tiny letters is engraved the word- 'His.' on her girdle.

Even though it's paint, it feels like a real tattoo imprinted.

"All yours," Chae breathes before his and her breathes become one.
Felix knows he is playing with his own nerves.
The urge to be inside her, fill her with all of himself, and ride all night is getting out of control.

As his groin from underneath his sweatpants rubs against the soaked skin of hers, a growl escapes amidst the savouring.

Chae doesn't want his mouth's hold out of hers, but he has got big plans for tonight.
"Spread your legs, hon', gotta paint proper eh,"

Chae doesn't even need to be told. She was looking forward to do so anyways.
Felix pulls her legs apart and let's them squat open.
His throat goes dry, the beast inside him is thirsty, but no- it's not the time yet...

"Wanna know my favourite type of brush? This," he pulls out a clean wide curve shaped flat one, "the fan brush"

Chae's heart rate increases as she lies there, open and wild for him.
This is how he is driving her crazy, with igniting slow burn before the fire.

"It's one of a kind, you know," the brush soon meets her inner thigh. Chae is struggling to keep her legs open and felix very well knows it.

This fan brush has travelled the most inner regions of her thighs now, but close yet so far away from the sensitivity.

"The speciality is, it performs on its own, more of like magic, goes in a flow and strokes perfectly on places we can't even imagine..."

Felix pauses the wandering of the brush and looks deep into her eyes, "like this,"

Chae's breath is snatched away when the brush glides over her clit.
Another pause, his smirk suggests he knows the power he is now.
"Get it?"

Her bottom lip is getting tortured to a point where it can bleed anytime.
"No?" Felix likes where this is going.
A part of her wants to say no, just so he does that again but shame gets in its way.

"Want me to demonstrate again?"
Without hesitation, she gives a frantic nod, her insides feel cold, she needs something hot to burn on them.

Felix swipes another stroke slower this time over her clit.
Her fingers dig into the mattress.

Seeing her all wild, wet and vulnerable on this bed, it's taking god level patience for him to not finish her right here, right now.

"Enough of learning, now let me paint-" saying, he comes closer, parts her legs which grew lil closer and let's the fan brush do its job.

Sideways, downstrokes, even just lil contact with the bristles of the soft brush against her soft flesh is making her go wild.
But he notices, her moans go louder with the upstorkes.

"Looks like you like the upstorkes, hm?"
Chae can't even recognise his eyes n voice anymore.
"Getting late, aren't we? How about I hurry up the process a lil bit,"

Chae knows exactly what he means. Increasing his pace, he sets of fires inside her.
No he is wrong, that is not the fan brush's magic, but his.

He knows exactly how well to paint on his canvas, stroking ever right corner needed.

Somewhere deep inside her, she wants the brush to be his finger instead.
Because this goddamn brush is testing her limits by driving her to the edge yet not letting her fall.

Felix senses the orgasm in her build up.
Holy jesus, why does she look so delicious?

The brush now strokes to a pace she can't keep up with. Just when she thinks she is gonna explode, it looses contact.
Felix pulls the brush away.

"FUCK!" A huge cry builds in Chae.
She's mad. Wtf was that?
Why would he snatch her orgasm away?
"Are you crazy?!" she whines feeding to his satisfaction.

Felix shrugs, looking at her all breathless and devastated. She got all worked up for what.
My poor sweetheart.

"Patience is the key in painting, Chae."
"Oh fuck it then- idfc"

"Breakes are important while doing art," out of nowhere, the brush meets her pussy again, slow and powerful start again, "the outcome comes out beautiful asf"

Those slow strokes hint to the to lost orgasm, burning deep inside her still.
The brush is so drenched at this point, that Felix envies it.

It had to his touch, his finger, his tongue, his beast.
Not this noob brush.

But it's okay, anything for his princess.

He hovers over and starts savouring while the brush continues to do it's magic.
In no time, Chae can feel the orgasm reviving again.
Felix turns up the speed again, faster than before.

She almost bites his lip off when she is about to explode but the brush gets lost again.
Her body whines, wanting for more, wanting to reach the climax.

"What's wrong? Can't keep up?"
Those hot whispers send shivers down her spine as she is locked under him, eyes lost into one other.

"Darling, it's just a second break yet, painters take usually so many more..."
"How many?"
"Depends"
"On?"
"The painting,"

Pulling back, he admires his painting red and pink as if its blushing at the fact that someone is looking at it.

"Well this one," finally he gets to insert his finger again in the masterpiece, "needs whole lot of time."