She did miss the hand on her throat, but only for a moment. As long as he was still holding onto her, she found that the loss didn't really matter that much. His grip was still firm, she still felt like he was directing and guiding her towards what he needed, and there was no doubt that she still fully held his attention. One arm wrapped around his shoulders, hand up in his hair, while she braced herself with the other hand on his thigh. She still had to balance a bit on her toes, but she trusted that he would support her there no matter how they entwined themselves.
Even if it was only momentary, the kiss had lulled her in enough that she hadn't expected to feel his teeth sink down into her flesh again. She arched up into him and tightened her grip on his hair, pulling him closer, rather than away. A long, low moan followed, as soon as she had caught her breath, and that heavy warmth dripped down her spine and straight between her legs.
"Speak for yourself, papi," she smirked, and pulled his head back. As much as she wanted to keep him there and feel his lips and tongue and teeth, she wanted this just a little bit more. So she shoved him back down against the back of the chair and braced her other hand on his thigh to join the first, taking over the rhythm set between their bodies. The slight change in angle made all the difference and she dropped her head back, eyes closed, chest heaving as she did everything in her power to bring them both right up to the edge.