"Slowly, baby, I'm not going anywhere."
He whispered into her ear. His hot breath against her cool skin. She shivered, bunching her fists on his chest. She huffed out a breath from her nose. She tightened her fists even harder, tensing up.
"It's alright, baby. Here... let me put my hands on your hips. You are doing okay."
She nodded, trying to push a breath out as she flattened her palms to push against his chest to pull herself up. She let out a small impact noise as she worked her way back down his shaft. She balled her fists again, and she squeezed her eyes shut tightly. She gently shook her head, scrunching her nose.
"I can't..."
She squeaked out in a small, defeated voice. She began to shake, trying to hold herself up and move in the right way to please him. She grimaced, squeaking out a displeased sound.
"Baby, you can."
He lifted his hand from her hip to gently graze her cheek. A tear rolled down her cheek, getting brushed away by his finger. He blinked sighing. He shifted to pull himself up to his palms, sitting up. He trailed his hand up and down her arm, making sure to shift his weight to his one hand.
"Do you want me to help you?"
She nodded, looking embarrassed, refusing to meet his eyes. He moved his hand onto her hip again and bucked his hips forward to bounce her up. She squeaked and instinctively grabbed onto him. Her body softened at the impact, and all those worried thoughts started to melt away.