Heatwave at Lekki Waterside:A secluded beach house in Lekki, Lagos


The sound of the waves crashing on the shore was hypnotic, a slow rhythm that matched the throbbing in her chest. The heat was thick, heavy—saturating the air, the sheets, and every inch of exposed skin. Tolu lay sprawled on the linen couch by the open window, a silk robe barely clinging to her curves.

She hadn’t expected him to come.

But when Chuka’s knock echoed against the beach house door and she opened it to find him shirtless, damp from the ocean, and wearing nothing but swim trunks and a half-smile, she knew this weekend wouldn’t be like the last.

He stepped in, the door shutting softly behind him, and they stood inches apart.
“I was starting to think you’d changed your mind,” she whispered.

He didn’t reply. He just looked at her—slowly, like he was drinking her in. His fingers reached for the robe’s knot, tugging gently until it loosened and slipped from her shoulders like melted chocolate.

Bare beneath, she let it fall.

Chuka’s breath caught. “You’ve been waiting like this?”
She nodded once. His mouth was on hers before the words could follow.

She felt the grains of salt on his skin, tasted the ocean on his lips. The kiss deepened—needy, wild, the kind of kiss that makes your knees forget their job. He lifted her, carried her to the low couch without breaking contact, and lay her back like a worshipped offering.

The robe now a useless puddle on the floor, her body arched against him, craving more. His mouth traveled down her neck, then lower, tasting every bead of sweat, every gasp, every tremble. When his fingers found her heat, her body bucked, a broken moan spilling into the salty air.

The slow grind of hips, the rising urgency, the soft slap of skin against skin—all of it sang in time with the crashing waves outside. Her legs tightened around him as she reached that peak, shattering like a wave against rock, crying his name like a whispered prayer.

When it was over, they lay there, tangled limbs, his hand lazily tracing circles on her thigh.

Outside, the sun dipped behind the horizon. But inside, the heat still lingered.

And she was already wet again.

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