Yes, she reluctantly gives in to him.

Hesitantly, Morgan began to angle her face forward, bringing her lips towards Sebastien's, when he grabbed her head with both hands. Pulling her face into his own, he thrust his tongue between her lips, bringing a stifled gasp from his unwilling partner. After a few moments he broke off the kiss, but didn't let go of her head, enjoying the look of relief and surprise still on her face.

?Come on girl,? he whispered, ?like you mean it.?

Again he drove his tongue into her mouth, probing the untouched corners of their second kiss. His left hand continued to cup the back of her neck, rendering her immobile, while his right began to explore the smooth contours of her body. He ran it over the soft cotton of her tank top, gently drawing circles around her nipples, now hard where they pressed against the fabric. He ran it downwards over her boxer shorts as well, smiling as he felt her untrimmed bush through the cloth and then the soft crease of her womanhood.

He felt a single tear slide down her face and onto his cheek as he continued to gently trace the outline of her slit through the fabric, and with a final squeeze of her crotch, be pulled his face back from hers. She immediately brushed the tear from her face.

?See now,? he asked, ?that wasn't too difficult, was it??