Her pulse races every time he starts to take her throat, vocally eager on him as her mind is even more focused on her need for him.
As he lightens the control just a little, she does need to catch her breath some, and takes the opportunity, but the wonderful haze in her mind doesn't lift, and she certainly doesn't try to fully stop, lips and tongue still sliding against him, teeth taking their edge, slower and shallower for a while, then working her way gradually back up toward the rapid pace, the deeper penetration of her vocal little throat.
She needs him to enjoy her.