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chest, defined abs and V-shaped muscle disappearing into his jeans not only made me wet, but made my heart beat like native drums in anticipation. Button by excruciating button, he opened his jeans, revealing the only cock I had ever seen up close and personal. I was not sure if it measured up to some historic standard of beauty, but I found it aesthetically pleasing. I remembered the tingles and pleasure of having his manhood inside me. My mouth watered at the memory. I licked my lips, which made Kai smile.
    “Enjoying the show, are you?”
    I nodded, twirling my index finger, a signal for him to turn around. He obeyed. I left my perch on the bed and walked up behind him. His skin was smooth under my hands, as soft as any woman’s. I wondered if the designers got that right. Everything else was spot on. His flesh was indistinguishable from a human’s—the tanned color, the warmth, the sinew reacting to my touch, even the veins pulsing to the rhythm of an artificial heart.
    Needing flesh-to-flesh contact, I pulled my shirt off and put my arms around him, pressing my generous breasts into his muscled back. He reacted by moving my hands down to his cock, which grew even larger under my touch. His head fell back and he let out a hushed moan. I didn’t know if his reactions were programmed or real. I didn’t care. Every deep moan from his lips, every hot breath on my neck, even the palpable beating of the pump in his chest served to fuel my desire.
    I let my hands fall. Kai turned around. He locked his lips on mine, the perfect amount of pressure, the perfect amount of tongue, simply toe-curling perfection. My legs started to give way as the muscles holding them straight turned gelatinous. Kai scooped me up effortlessly, without relinquishing control of my mouth, and placed me back on the bed. His strong hands worked their way down my body, expertly getting rid of any fabric in their path.
    Closing my eyes, I let the sensations wash over me as his tongue took its luxurious time exploring my neck, breasts and belly before arriving at more sensitive areas. To my surprise and dismay, he skipped over what I had thought must be his destination. He moved insufferably slowly down my legs, even stopping to enjoy a nibble on my toes. If his intention was to tease me into a frenzy, he succeeded with honors.
    “Bastard!” I groaned in a hoarse, breathless voice. My frustration only served to amuse him. His lips, now on the arch of my foot, curved into a smirk.
    His exploration moved upward again, still slow and methodical.
    “You’re not serious!” I exclaimed as he overshot his target again. “Whoever programmed you is a sadist!”
    He laughed into my stomach, “Can’t use the programming as an excuse—this is all me.”
    “Then you’re a sadist.” Pushing on his shoulders, I guided him downward. He followed my direction without protest, but stopped, hovering low over my crotch. The warmth of his breath heated my already sensitive flesh. Damn bastard was still teasing me!
    I opened my mouth to order him to get on with it. Before I had a chance, he buried his face between my legs. I lost my words. A strange noise between a moan and a scream leaked out. His mouth called all the blood from my extremities like a magnet. Everything pooled by his magical tongue, making me dizzy with competing sensations.
    Kai continued to suck and lick until he brought me to the edge of orgasm then—he stopped. He moved up the bed and lay down on his side next to me, propped up on his elbow, resting his head on his hand. With his other hand, he reached between my legs and resumed the exquisite assault on my senses, this time while staring into my eyes. No one who ever looked into those green eyes and saw the desire, tenderness and love they held could possibly claim androids had no souls.
    His lips fastened over mine as the orgasm overtook me. The climax didn’t sate me. On the contrary, the need to feel him inside me intensified. I pushed him