CJ was perfectly content with what he was doing and he wasn't asking for anything in return. He wasn't sure how she got the impression that he was. Maybe it was more his lack of words than anything. He'd grown quiet, unusually so. It wasn't all that often that he didn't have anything to say yet when there was silence, he was comfortable with it.
He felt her hand sliding down his stomach, coming ever closer to his penis. With his free hand, he grabbed her wrist to stop her and pinned her hand against his stomach. "Don't," he said, his voice firm but not angry.