"Sing it," I pump two fingers in and out of her languidly. I love watching her tremble beneath me, aching for my touch. "Come on, baby, sing it for me."

"Jamie, wwwwha-" she stutters on the word as I run my tongue up her slit. I could give this woman oral sex all day long. The way she responds to me is unbelievably hot. "God. I can barely talk much less sing happy birthday!" I can't help the smirk that overtakes my face. Not in a million years would I have ever pictured starting off my birthday like this; buried between Amelia's thighs.

I look up at her and hold those lust-filled orbs and pout. "You sing it to me every single year first thing in the morning. I don't want this year to be any different." It was entirely different from every other year and I truly wanted to showcase that. I wanted to remember this birthday in a completely unique way. I wanted to do that by having this beautiful woman, my beautiful woman, come on my face while singing to me. "Come on, Mellie," I lick her up and down once again making her eyes flutter, "pretty please."

"Fine." I suck on her sensitive heat and she whimpers out automatically before continuing, "Hhhh hhhhhaaaa ahhhh," a moan escapes her as she throws her head back into the pillows, "happy bbbiirthday taaaa to you...." She grips the sheets on either side of her as I lap her creamy juices. "Hhhaaaapppyyy bbiii ba ba aaaaahhhhhh!" I pump my fingers in and out of her a little faster as I work her bundle of nerves with my tongue, urging her to continue. "Haaappyyy biiirthday to youuuuu," her hips arch slightly off the bed, making her juicy lips rub against my face. "Haaaapppyyy biiiirthdayyy to Jaaaaaaamiiieeeee!" I send her right over the edge as she says my name. Hearing it moaned like that and by Amelia is perfection. This was the best birthday song sung by her in all of my twenty-three years. She's fisting my hair, grinding her throbbing sex against my face, covering me in all her hot, wet goodness.

Happy fucking birthday to me indeed. Having my cake and eating it too. Doesn't get much better than this.

"Mmm," I blow on her lower lips as she comes down from her high, making her tremble. Then I run my tongue up once more before giving her sex a swift kiss. When I look up at her she's got the most beautiful post-orgasmic grin on her face.

"You'd think it was my birthday." She manages to stutter out before I crawl up her body and place myself between her legs. "Jamie-"

I thrust up inside of her saying, "you're not done singing, love." I kiss her lips, devouring her just like I had her lower pair. She tastes so good. I never thought a woman could taste so good. It's like she was especially made for my liking, for my specific senses. Her touch, taste, smell, the mere fucking sight of her naked body and the sounds she's making are the most perfectly tailored birthday present. I couldn't have asked for anything more. She's mine now. This is mine.

"Oh god!" I fist my hands in hers as I pick up my pace, thrusting into her wildly. She's so slick from my former ministrations. Her insides feel amazing. So fucking amazing. "Jamie, shit, baby-"

"Come on me," I'm just barely able to get out the words because I'm almost there too. I can't remember the last time I wanted to come this soon into it. "Come with me for my birthday, baby."

"Oh ohhhhh!" Her hands leave mine to thread in my hair. They tug at it viciously as she begins pulsating on me.

"Aaaa Amelia!" Her name leaves my lips in the loudest and most raw of ways as I begin to spurt inside of her uncontrollably. It's like her name was torn from my throat. "Baby!"

"Yes, Jamie! Yes yes yes!"

"Fuck yes, Amelia! Yes, baby! Fuck!" The two of us are moaning uncontrollably as we orgasm together, it's one of the hottest things I've ever experienced. Both of our bodies are a tensed, quivering mess by the time our orgasms ride all the way throughout us. I'm covered in sweat and my heart is beating so hard you would've thought I just ran a marathon.

"Jesus, that.... that was..." I pull away from the nape of her neck, where my face had previously just been buried, and look down into her beautiful brown eyes.

"That was the best way I've ever started a birthday. A face full of your pussy is the way I want to start every day." Her face turns bright red at that. "What? It's the truth." There's a knock on the door which makes her eyes go wide. "It's room service. I called them when I woke up." I smirk, "before I woke you up."

"You know I should've been the one doing all that." I slip myself out of her when there's another knock.

"No, it was perfect, Amelia." I climb off the bed and head into the bathroom to clean myself up. I slide on some jeans and wash my hands before heading to the door.

"I'm going to take a quick shower." I hear her rummaging around behind me as she pulls the sheet over her naked body. It makes me want to roll my eyes because it's not like I'm going to open the door wide enough for whomever it is bringing us breakfast to see her.

Which gives me a great thought...

I look over my shoulder, making sure she's covered as she starts to walk toward me and whip open the door. "Jamie!" Amelia shrieks out but my stomach drops completely to the floor when I realize it's not room service on the other side. I immediately close the door enough that Amelia's sheet covered body is hidden from view.

I blow out an awkward breath before saying, "uhhh hey Seth and uh hey mom." I am cringing internally so bad right now. Her face is blank, partially mortified, but Seth's face looks slightly amused.

"Hey kid." Seth finally says after an awkward moment and then adds a little louder, "hey Amelia." Oh my fuck.

"Hey Seth." She calls from behind me in the most uncomfortable of ways.

"We've clearly caught you both at an inopportune time." My mom finally manages to stutter out.

"I mean, they seem like they just finished up." My mother looks at him like she wants to murder him and he holds up his hands in surrender.

"We've booked a room so give us a call whenever you're um," she looks at a loss for words. "Whenever you're done whatever it is..." She looks about as uncomfortable as I feel.

"Give us a call and maybe we can head out for lunch or dinner, yeah?" Seth adds and I give him a nod.

"Okay, yeah, sure. Sounds good."

"Excuse me?" A gentleman comes up from behind them and says, "I've got an order of Belgian waffles with strawberries and extra whipped cream." Fuck my life. Seth snorts out a laugh and my mother swats him.

"Yup, that'd be me." I take the tray from him and Seth hands him a tip. So fucking embarrassing. "Thanks." I said to the gentleman before he walked away. "You didn't need to tip him I could've done that."

"Oh trust me I had to. That guy just gave me a hell of a good laugh. We'll uh, we'll leave you to it. Come on, Rae." He grabs ahold of my mother and begins pulling her down the hallway because she's basically frozen stiff. "See you later, kid. Happy birthday!" My mom mumbles out a happy birthday too once she finally manages to gain some composure.

"Thanks." Once I closed the door I'm immediately met with Amelia's horrified gaze.

"Why would you whip open the door like that?!" She's clinging the sheet to herself with a death grip. "Why would you... just whyyyy?" Her breathing picks up exponentially. "Fuck- Seth is like.... he's like..." he's like her brother which makes this situation even weirder. "I think I'm going to be sick. Jesus, I'm going to throw up."

"Amelia, calm down." I walk over to the table and place the tray down on it. "It's going to be alright. Shit happens. It's not like they're any better." And they're not. My mother had left my father for Seth. She'd even cheated on him with Seth which is why I absolutely hate when people think he's my father. I hate that people think I'm the product of an affair.

"Yeah but like..." I wrap my arms around her mortified frame trying to calm her down. "Like I know Seth and I are not really related, like blood related, but he's your stepfather. And he's like..."

"He's like your brother, I know." Which makes her kind of like a step-aunt. "Seth's dad never married your mom though."

"But he's like my dad too. I call him dad." And she does. Even though Sean had never married Katie, Amelia's mother, he was very much a father figure to Amelia. He's also my stepfather's dad.

"Amelia, listen, it's fine." She pulls away from me and gives me a face that can only read as 'are you fucking kidding me'. "Okay, yeah, maybe the dynamics are a bit odd."

"A bit?" She says in incredulousness. "It's more than a bit odd, Jamie."

"It's not our fault that we don't know who your father is." The blunt words had slipped out of my mouth before I'd even thought about their repercussion. "Amelia-" She immediately tears herself away from me and goes into the bathroom, slamming the door. "Amelia, I'm sorry. I wasn't thinking." She doesn't respond I just hear the shower turn on. "Baby, come on, I'm sorry." Still nothing. "Fuck." I mumbled the words to myself as I hit the door frame haphazardly with my fist.

If there were ever a topic to truly get under Amelia's skin it was the topic of her real father. She'd thought Sean was her father until she was old enough to understand he wasn't. The topic of blood types had made her realize there was no way he could actually be it. That had nearly crushed her.

I fucked up. I may have done it unintentionally but I had. I fucked up real bad.