Sunset field doggy with hair pull in denim

The sun dipped low over the fields as we wandered hand in hand, my denim jacket barely containing the heat building inside me. I spotted that weathered stone ledge and bent over it, arching my back, needing him right then—his strong hands gripped my long hair, pulling just enough to make me gasp and smile with that desperate ache. Outdoors with the breeze teasing my open jacket and exposed skin, he thrust into me from behind, nude and powerful against my clothed body. I moaned loud, clenching around him, my gloves brushing the rough stone as waves of need crashed through me, owning every second of this wild, needy surrender in the golden light.