Meeting Later Side story

Her eyes frozen on those beautiful blue orbs, just off angle but right in front of her, Akane managed to swallow the half a pickle in her mouth, her breath from her nose restarting as his swallowing moved his lips on hers.

Both managed to come back to kneeling, fortunately empty bowels brushed aside as Ranma’s fingers ran through her hairs, holding the kiss, directing her slightly but not holding her to him, somehow locked together through their eyes.

She definitely was the first to moan into their kissing, but there was no denying his tongue crossed into her mouth first, a strange eddy of push and pull storming between them, skin hypersensitive on a thumping awareness of every point of contact, her fingers squeezing into his biceps as he still stroked through her hair.

For an instant feeling like she was falling, Akane found herself cradled down to the bedding mat, Ranma kissing down on her, their eyes warring with the same storm of hunger and tenderness that rocked their bodies back and forth.

Breaking the kiss with a sudden growl, Akane felt the almost hot and electric touch of her fingers up under the back of his gi between the belt that held his top shut and his pants.

Not missing a beat, Akane’s lips found his chin, the rough touch of stubble reminding this was definitely a man, his smell in her nostrils as his lips found hers again, eyes locking, all the points of contact between them overpowering anything she had experienced before.

Her arm going up Ranma’s back as they continued to kiss and suck at each others lips, her fingers trailing over and down his arm, feeling awkward and lost when she found it on the mat, Ranma using it for balance and control over her.

For a panicked moment Ranma thought he had gone too far, when Akane broke the connection to push him up, taking him over and onto his back. He ignored the chopstick under his back and the clang of kicked bowl, more concerned about Akane, finding her straddling his hips, her face returning down on his, his lips reaching up to meet her.

Pushing down on his lips, Akane let her weight push his head down on the mats, her arms grabbing his wrist, pulling his hands to her, awkwardly holding them to get them around her back before bracing herself to kiss without bruising lips.

Laying on his chest, his mouth and tongue finding her ear for a time, tiny shivers running up and down her spine, her body trembled and ached like she never knew before, not like this, Akane dragged herself down him, nipping at his neck. With sudden crystal clarity, Akane knew what her body wanted.

Ranma’s tongue was out of his mouth as Akane almost vanished, sitting back up suddenly, her wide eyes nervous as they locked onto his in the weak light. Her face was pale as the pair gasped down forgotten breaths, Akane turning suddenly red and shuffling backwards onto his thighs, eyes glancing down at him, then anywhere but till finally locking on his eyes once more, desperately trying to think. Suddenly she knew what those songs and stories were all about.

He wanted her, that was undeniable in Akane’s mind, but this wasn’t the slavering lust machines of the boys at school. This was him, the man who knew her body but had controlled himself every other time. She had no fear of him, despite how wrong this was, this would be a regret forever if she leant back down to him.

Controlling himself, Ranma closed his eyes from her beautiful brown orbs, surprised by the intensity of the emotions he had for the girl who, rather typically, life was happy to dangle like a carrot but not let him have. She was for someone else.

Sitting up enough onto his elbows, he looked at her pack. “I’ll set up the other tent.”

Akane knew what she’d regret.

“Shut up.”

The young woman on his legs grabbed him around the back of her neck, pulling him up to kiss with all the searing passion pouring through her body.

Releasing her hold as his arms encircled her, her hands reached for the knot on his gi belt, fumbling to get it off before finally just ripping the belt in half. In an instant her hands dragged up the hot skin of his abdomen.

Still trying to kiss her, Ranma mentally stumbled as his gi top was dragged off his back without care for damage to it or his arms. “Makarmay?” he mumbled into her lips, only to suddenly find himself pushed back down to the mat.

“Shut up.”

Ignoring her belt, Akane simply yanked her gi top up out of it, snapping the ties inside it as she pulled it off. She smiled as he looked at her sports bra, then up to her eyes again. Shivering, she crossed her arms over her head to pull the supporter up and off.

“Just shut up Ranma.”

Leaning down again, his hands came up to cup her breasts, his neck straining to reach his lips to hers. Pulling herself up him from straddling his legs, she sat once more his hardness, Ranma gasped into her lips at the sensation, Akane pushing into his mouth again as his hands rubbed over her flesh, exploring her with hot fingers that rose goose bumps on her skin.

Ranma hips rocked up against hers, as Akane shifted off her knees to lay on him, stomachs steaming with contact, her body just off center to him as he kept his hand on her right breast, her left buried against his chest. Continuing to kiss, Akane giggled against his lips, not really tickled as his free hand stroked her back in a sensation that went down to her bones.

Breaking the kiss to gulp for air, Ranma pushed his forehead on her hot skin, eyes locked on each others, grinning, noses pushed together as they tried to hold more level. In the moment of stillness, both raging with a heat, the feel of Ranma’s toes sliding up Akane’s feet was clear to both of them. Slowly it brushed up her ankles, his turns curled around the bottom of her gi pants, tugging gently to let her know he had gripped her lower clothes.

Blushing, she closed her eyes against him, her nerve fleeting as she lay on him, only for them to flare open, his thumb brushing over her nipple and flicking back over the hardened nub.

One hand still on her breast, the other moved up under her arm, lifting her but a few inches, pulling back with his toes gripping her gi. Akane felt her pants moving down, her juncture moving just off his bulge, knowing were they naked he would be right at her entrance. Shivering suddenly, both at the thoughts and the sensation rocking up her neck as Ranma suckled at her skin, soft and somehow twisting, she groaned against him, pressing her chest down as her back arched.

Ignoring the tickle of her breath on his ear, Ranma continued his action against her neck, silently thanking his mother for the embarrassing books she had gotten him on his return to his home. Images and advice was flooding back to him, he move slightly down again, giving a suckling kiss at her neck, his tongue flicking at the sucking threshold, breaking to grin at her moaning, blowing on her neck, cooling sweat and his saliva.

For a brief moment their eyes met again, Ranma smiling up at her as he pulled her up him further, her pants pulling down, she could feel them now down to her thighs as his burning lips landed on her clavicle, sucking at her collar bone

Jamieson chapter 13: Why did she whisper permission to him? She is the wife, her decision. Maybe have Akane enjoying blindfolding Ranma for sensationary control and making sure he not looking at residents offering to join.