**Chapter 6: A Night of Passion**

As the evening drew to a close, Brock and Maya found themselves alone in the quiet house, the kids having retired to their rooms for the night. The air was charged with a palpable sense of desire, as if the whole day had been building up to this moment. Brock took Maya's hand, leading her to the master bedroom, his eyes burning with a hunger that couldn't be ignored. Maya's heart skipped a beat as she felt the tension between them grow thicker, like a mist that clung to her skin. She knew what was coming, and she was ready. Brock pushed open the bedroom door, and they stepped inside, the soft glow of the lamp on the bedside table casting a warm light over the room. Brock's hands roamed over Maya's body, tracing the curves of her waist, the swell of her breasts. He undid the buttons of her shirt, revealing the lacy bra beneath, and his fingers danced across the fabric, teasing her nipples into hard peaks. Maya's breathing quickened, her eyes locked on Brock's, as he led her to the bed. "Get on the bed, Maya," Brock commanded, his voice low and husky. "I want to pleasure you all night long." Maya obeyed, climbing onto the bed, her body quivering with anticipation. Brock followed, his mouth tracing a path down her neck, across her chest, his fingers slipping beneath the lacy fabric to cup her breasts. Maya arched her back, her hips lifting off the bed as Brock's mouth closed around one nipple, sucking it deep into his mouth. His fingers pinched the other, sending shivers down her spine. She moaned, the sound echoing through the room, as Brock's hands and mouth worked her into a frenzy. "One," Brock whispered, his fingers tracing a path down her belly, dipping into the waistband of her jeans. "You're going to cum for me, Maya. Thirty-nine times." Maya's eyes went wide, her body trembling with excitement, as Brock's fingers slipped beneath the fabric, parting her folds, and finding her clit. His mouth never left her breast, as his fingers danced across her clit, sending her soaring. "Two," he whispered, as she crested, her body shuddering with release. Brock's fingers kept moving, his mouth never leaving her skin, as he took her to the edge again, and again, and again. Maya's world narrowed to the sensations coursing through her body, as Brock's fingers, mouth, and cock took her on a wild ride. She lost count, her body becoming a mere vessel for the pleasure that coursed through her. Sometimes, she was on her back, sometimes on her stomach, or on her knees, Brock taking her from every angle, his words of encouragement and dirty talk driving her higher. "Ride my cock, Maya," Brock growled, as she finally sheathed him, her body sinking down onto his. "Take me deep inside you." Maya bounced on his cock, her body screaming with pleasure, as Brock's hands grasped her hips, pulling her down, his mouth around one nipple, then the other. At some point, Maya found herself straddling Brock's face, her pussy lowered onto his mouth, as his tongue licked her folds, and his fingers dipped inside her. "Thirty-eight," he whispered, his voice muffled by her body. One more thrust, one more touch, and she was gone, her body shuddering, as Brock growled, his body lifting off the bed, and joining her in release. As they collapsed, spent, and sated, Maya's body wrapped around Brock's, she smiled, her voice barely above a whisper, "Thirty-nine." Brock chuckled, his arms wrapping around her, holding her close. "I think we make a great team, Maya." Maya's eyes drifted closed, her body already healing, as she knew she'd never let him go.