**Chapter 9: Surrendering to Desire**

As Maya lay in bed, she couldn't help but feel a sense of restlessness wash over her. She glanced over at Brock, who was still engrossed in his phone conversation with Reba. His eyes were focused on the screen, but his attention was clearly divided. Maya knew that she had to make a move, to take control of her own desires. Without making a sound, Maya slid out of bed and made her way to the bathroom. She closed the door behind her, and began to run a warm bath, the jets massaging her skin as she stepped into the tub. As she soaked in the warm water, she felt a sense of calm wash over her, but it was short-lived. Maya's eyes drifted to the shower, and she knew that she had to get back to Brock. She had to make him understand that she was ready to take the next step. She stepped out of the tub, and made her way back to the bedroom, where Brock was still on the phone. As she approached him, Maya could feel her heart pounding in her chest. She knew that she had to take control of her own desires, and that meant being intimate with him. She slipped onto the bed beside him, and began to kiss his neck, his shoulders, and his chest. Brock's eyes flickered open, and he looked at her with a mixture of surprise and desire. "Maya, baby," he whispered, his voice low and husky. "What are you doing?" Maya didn't respond, she just kept kissing him, her hands roaming over his body. She could feel his tension, his desire, and it only fueled her own. She straddled him, her pussy and ass hovering over his cock, and began to ride him, her movements slow and sensual. As she rode him, Maya felt a sense of freedom wash over her. She was in control, and she knew that Brock was enjoying every minute of it. His hands were on her hips, guiding her movements, and his eyes were fixed on hers. Maya leaned forward, her mouth inches from his ear. "I want you," she whispered, her voice husky with desire. "I want all of you." Brock's response was immediate. He reached up and cupped her breasts, his fingers tweaking her nipples. Maya felt a surge of pleasure, and she began to suck his cock, her mouth moving up and down his shaft. She could feel his balls tightening, and she knew that he was close to the edge. Maya took him deeper into her mouth, her tongue swirling around the head of his cock. She could feel his tension building, and she knew that she had to make him cum. As she sucked him, Maya felt Brock's hands on her hips, guiding her movements. She was riding him hard and fast, her pussy and ass taking him deep inside her. Maya was lost in the moment, her senses heightened as she felt Brock's cum building inside him. Just then, Brock's phone rang, shrill in the silence. Reba's voice was on the other end, and Maya could hear Brock's response, low and husky. "I'm busy, Reba. Can't talk right now." Maya felt a surge of guilt, but she pushed it aside. She was too caught up in her own desires, too caught up in the sensation of Brock's cock inside her. She continued to ride him, her movements becoming more urgent as she felt her own orgasm building. Brock's eyes were fixed on hers, his gaze burning with intensity. Maya could feel his desire, his need, and it only fueled her own. She was lost in the moment, lost in her own desires, and she knew that she would never be the same again. As she rode him, Maya felt a sense of surrender wash over her. She was his, completely and utterly, and she knew that she would never be able to go back to the way things were before. She was his, and he was hers, and that was all that mattered. The sound of Brock's voice, low and husky, was the only thing that could bring her back to reality. "Maya, baby," he whispered, his eyes locked on hers. "You're going to make me cum." And with that, Maya felt her own orgasm wash over her, a wave of pleasure that threatened to consume her. She was lost in the moment, lost in her own desires, and she knew that she would never be able to let go.